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husband?
    I don't have what you'd call a happy marriage. I never have. Ernesto has done this to me for years. Cheating, I mean.
    Really? How long have you been doing it to him?
    Her eyes were like lasers, and they were aimed straight at Jack. I'm not like that. This whole thing is new to me. It started and ended with you.
    I see. One dumb lawyer evens the score for Ernesto's string of bimbos - is that it?
    Stop it, she said, her voice breaking. This wasn't about getting even. Our marriage was over before he left on his business trip.
    It sure didn't look that way at the cocktail party.
    Ernesto Salazar doesn't easily let go of the things he wants.
    You're not a thing.
    You're not Ernesto.
    Did you tell him you wanted a divorce?
    I did, a few months ago. He asked me - no, he warned me to think long and hard before I take that step. It was like a threat. Scared me enough to drop it for a while. Then I met you, and I realized that I had to get out.
    So it's my fault, is that it?
    No. You were anything but to blame. You were
    What?
    Nothing. Just forget it.
    No, tell me, please. I'd really like to know exactly what the hell I was.
    She looked away, then back. You were the first man I've made love to in almost two years.
    It wasn't the answer he'd expected. So, you and Ernesto
    I told you: The marriage was over long before I met you.
    Jack certainly knew what a failing marriage could do to one's sex life, no matter how great the glory days had been. But two years was a long time, especially for two people who were still living together in the same house. Mia, you really don't have to explain.
    I feel like I owe you this much.
    Trust me, it's not going to make things any different between us. You lied to me in the worst way. End of story.
    I don't blame you if you hate me. But it killed me that I wasn't - that I couldn't be - honest with you. It still tears me up. I want to tell you the way it really is.
    I don't need to hear it now.
    Do you mean that?
    Of course he didn't. He wanted to hear it, absorb it, analyze it, the way any good lawyer would. Then he wanted to play it over and over again in his mind until his head exploded and his heart resembled a pincushion, like any other wounded lover. But his Y chromosome was slapping him upside the head, pointing out rather convincingly that any self-respecting man would deny her the privilege of easing her conscience with a lame psychoanalytical excuse that would undoubtedly sound like television talk show drivel.
    I'm sorry. I have work to do. Good-bye, Mia. He ducked into his office before she could say another word. He was alone in the vestibule, lights off, leaning against the inside of the smoked-glass door, hoping that she wouldn't knock, hoping that she would. Should he have let her keep talking? Could she possibly have had a good reason for lying, something that made perfect sense and that would restore the broken trust?
    Or is she just jerking my chain all over again?
    An uneasy silence seemed to lurk outside the office door. Finally, he heard footfalls on the sidewalk. Two tentative steps - stop. Two more steps - stop. A click of her heel followed, then another and another, until their entire relationship faded into nothing.
    Mia was gone.

    Chapter 5
    FBI Special Agent Andie Henning watched through the calm eyes of a trained professional as the assistant medical examiner dissected Ashley Thornton's right lung.
    Torrents of icy air gushed from the air-conditioning vents in the ceiling, making the autopsy room so cold that Andie almost had to remind herself that she was still in Florida. It felt more like winter in her native Seattle, where her remarkable performance in an undercover assignment caught the eye of the FBI Critical Incident Response Group. With a degree in psychology, she was quickly singled out as crisis-negotiator material. Seattle had no openings for field negotiators, so after intense training with the Crisis Negotiation Unit at the academy, she transferred to