“Alturis told me about
his brother," Megan said. "How you shot him during a raid."
Andy nodded a little.
“Did you know what was going on?”
“Not until the Bergens. Even then we didn't know it was him until
someone tipped us off that what happened wasn't some random thing. But I thought he’d come after me—I never
thought in a million years that he’d go after you.”
“Well, he didn't really. He was just confused. He said good henchmen were hard to find.”
Andy managed a grim smile. “I guess so.”
“It’s not like you can advertise for
them.”
“No.”
“But are you going to be all right about the
Bergens? Because it wasn't your fault.”
Andy’s smile faded.
“Don’t let it ruin your life,” she told him. “They wouldn't have wanted that.”
“Yeah,” Andy said.
His eyes darted around the room. “Anyway,
don’t worry about me. You just worry
about yourself.” He paused. “I guess you’ll sell the house.”
“Yeah, but it was time, anyway. Hopefully it won’t take too long. A friend of mine who’s an agent says that
everything that happened will only make it more attractive to potential
buyers. I guess there are people out
there who like houses with a back story.”
“People are strange,” Andy said, and
rolled his eyes. For a brief moment Megan
thought of Alturis, smiling at her as he talked about how Andy stood on her
street corner at night. But Andy,
looking in the opposite direction and fiddling with his car keys, did not
notice the change in her facial expression.
“So will you stay in town, though?”
“Well...I have a friend who’s a principal in Madison
and they just had a teacher suddenly retire due to illness, so she’s offered me
the job. I think I might take it.”
“Really?”
“That’s right. Moving forward—it’s the only way.”
“Yeah,” Andy said, grinning at her reference. “Well, good for you. I hope it all works out.”
“Me, too.”
In the silence that followed Megan
wondered again about the cat who Andy had released all of those years ago. She wondered if he even remembered it now, or
if he had moved forward from all of those memories, too. “So, anyway,” Andy said, “I just wanted to
stop by, because I’ll be heading off to Chicago tomorrow.”
“ Does that you mean you've made a
decision about the FBI?”
“I talked to my boss when he was
here. We have everything worked out.”
“That’s great,” Megan said. She smiled
at him. “Good luck with everything.”
“Thanks. And, Meg—it was good to see you again.”
“You, too.”
After a brief hesitation Andy turned
toward the door. Before he reached it,
he said to the wall, “So I guess you’re going to hate me forever, huh?”
“Oh, no. Not at all.”
“You sure?”
“I'm sure.”
“You’ll let me know if you ever need
something?”
“You can be sure of it.”
“Good,” he said. And without daring to meet her eyes, he let himself out
of the hotel room.
