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move.
    Please,” Frank said again.
    “I need some air,” Nathan said and left the room.
    * * *
    Harvey stood and lowered his voice. “Damn it, Greg. What the hell was that all about?”
    “McBride’s a smug asshole, that’s what.”
    “Hey, I’ve known the man through life and death. He has a lot of faults, but being smug isn’t one of them.”
    “Sounded like it to me.”
    “Well, you heard him wrong. He’s not smug. He’s confident. You can’t see it because you’re too close to this. You’re asking us to risk our lives and if the situation warrants it, you’re asking us to kill. And we’ve said yes. But we can’t have the father of the missing agent involved, much less someone who’s never worked in the field. You’ve never killed anyone, Greg. Trust me, there’s nothing glamorous or exciting about it. This isn’t some half-baked Hollywood movie. We’re talking real bullets and real death. There’s no place for you in this mission.”
    Greg looked down but didn’t respond.
    “Now when he comes back,” Harvey continued, “don’t apologize. It won’t be necessary. Nathan doesn’t hold grudges and he knows you’re wound-up tight. We all are. When he offers to shake your hand, you take it, understood?”
    No response.
    “Am I getting through?”
    “Yes.”
    * * *
    Nathan found Diane Ortega in the kitchen, emptying the dishwasher. “May I trouble you for a glass of water, please?”
    “It’s no trouble at all.” She retrieved a glass from the cabinet and pressed it into a small alcove in the refrigerator. She had a kind face that reminded him of his own mother. “I heard that last exchange, it was hard to miss. Will you sit with me a minute?”
    Nathan pulled a bar stool out from the island for her.
    “Thank you.” As they sat facing each other, Diane placed her hands in her lap. “It’s been difficult for Greg, his father being the former director of the FBI and all.”
    “I can imagine.”
    “You’ve seen the pictures in Frank’s office?”
    “They’re impressive.”
    “The bureau was Frank’s life, still is, I’m afraid. He’s always known it took a heavy toll on his family. I think if Frank had it to do over again, he would’ve spent more time with his family.” Diane’s face clouded for an instant. She looked like she was about to cry, but made a recovery. “Greg is our oldest, so he took it the hardest. I think he understands the sacrifice now, but some wounds never fully heal.” She reached out and held his hand. “Your father’s a lot like Frank, and you’re a lot like Greg.”
    “I’m… not sure what to say.”
    “Our time on Earth is limited, I’m understanding that now. We can’t change our pasts, but we can guide our futures.”
    “I’ve killed fifty-seven people, Mrs. Ortega. It’s taken a long time, but I’ve come to terms with it. Finding your grandson might increase that number. Are you okay with that?”
    She held his hand tighter. “I don’t see the world through rose-colored glasses. Being an FBI director’s wife has taught me that much. There are genuinely evil people out there. I’m sure you’re not indiscriminate. I trust your judgment.”
    “Thank you for saying so, it means a lot.”
    “Frank and Greg know it too, but men have a harder time expressing their feelings. It’s a genetic flaw of the gender.”
    “Amen to that.”
    “Guide your future, Nathan.” She released his hand.
    Nathan reentered the library, approached Greg, and extended his hand. “Can we start over?”
    They shook hands.
    Everyone sat back down. “Your mother’s a remarkable woman.”
    “Yes, she is,” Greg said.
    “May I explain my reasoning to you?”
    He held up a hand. “There’s no need. I understand why I can’t be involved. We have the same policy in the bureau, and for good reason.”
    “We’ll keep you informed every step of the way.”
    “I appreciate it.”
    “We’ll find your son.”
    “All right then,” Frank said.