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“Relax, Thomas, no one thinks Ginny is directly involved with any terrorist organization. We think this fellow targeted her.”

At first I felt a little better. It wasn’t Ginny’s fault; some Middle Eastern James Bond had set out to seduce her. But I couldn’t get around the fact that she’d given in to him. Why was she seeing this guy, why was she flirting with anyone but me? I thought we had a strong marriage; when did she stop loving me? But I put that problem aside to try to comprehend everything else I’d just been told. “I don’t understand – why would some terrorist group target Ginny. It doesn’t make any sense.”

Ben gripped my shoulder. “Think about it, Thomas. They don’t care about Ginny, they want to use her to get close to you.”

“Me? Why would anybody want to get close to me?”

“We can’t be sure, but we think they want to use Ginny to get to you, and to use you to gain information about the NSA. It’s the only thing that makes sense.”

I slumped in my chair and glanced idly around the office as if something there might make sense of this madness. I spotted a Christmas wreath hanging from Ben’s window and the sight seemed incongruous to me. Christmas was a thing of the past now, in more ways than one. I didn’t think there would ever be “peace on Earth, good will to men” for me again.

Ben’s director put both hands on the desk and leaned over to peer at me. “Thomas, I have to ask you an important question now.”

I stared at him blankly.

“Thomas, can you face Ginny tonight and pretend like none of this happened? Can you act like you’re unaware of everything you’ve just learned?”

I looked at him like he was crazy. “Not a chance,” I said flatly.

He glanced at Ben. “That’s what I thought,” he said. “I know I wouldn’t be able to if the situation was reversed. So here’s what we’re going to do: we’re going to send you out of town for a few days, get you out of the line of fire until we can have a handle on exactly what’s going on.”

“What’s the problem?” I demanded hotly. “Just go pick the bastard up and interrogate him. If you need somebody to waterboard him, I’ll be glad to volunteer,” I added.

The two of them glanced at each other. “That’s the thing, Thomas: Ameer has disappeared, and he may have left Washington. In any case, his cellphone signal is off the air and he’s not in the apartment where he was living.”

A thought struck me, and after what I’d just learned it felt strange to ask, but I did anyway. “What about Ginny? Is she in danger?”

“I don’t think so,” the director said. “She wasn’t Ameer’s real target, only a means to an end. But don’t worry, the FBI will keep a close eye on her.”

I felt a little better. What Ginny had done had left a gaping wound in me, but I still couldn’t bring myself to want any harm to come to her. I’d cared too deeply for her too long; I just couldn’t turn that off on such short notice.

I looked up at the two men. “So what do I do now?”

“You need to get home right away so you can pack a bag. Then get down to Washington National right away. We’re going to send you to Oak Ridge. Your reservations have already been made,” the director said. “The first flight available is a Southwest flight to Nashville at noon. We’ll have somebody meet you at the airport and drive you to Oak Ridge.”

While I tried to take that in, the director added, “Be sure to leave Ginny a note so she won’t be suspicious, in case Ameer gets in touch with her again.”

When I got home to our little bungalow and went inside to pack, everything seemed changed. All the furniture and decor that had been cozy and familiar when I woke up now seemed foreign to me. Our home had been full of dreams and aspirations for me; now none of those remained.

When I wrote my note to Ginny, it took everything in my power not to say the things that were in my heart. But I remembered what I’d been told about her lover, and the last thing I wanted to do was to alert him that we were onto him. So I kept my message simple and direct, and I didn’t make any dramatic gesture like leaving my wedding ring on top of it. But I did take my ring off and slip it into my pocket. The bond it symbolized was broken beyond repair the moment I heard that recording.

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