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“It occurred to me,” Kit said. “Why else would Javier come all this way from El Salvador?” She shook his head. “I think he’s using Soh and his men to try to break Vincente out of prison.” Her expression hardened. “I am not going to let that happen. I don’t care what I have to do to make sure it doesn’t.”
“Is there anything in the file that will help me?”
She nodded. “You won’t get to him right now, he’s got too many people around him. But there’s another you may be able to get to. Juan Suarez. He’s Soh’s right hand. All the information is in here. You get to him, and you’ll find out what Soh is planning.”
“So you’ll turn a blind eye on my war against Soh as long as it means he can’t help break Carpio out,” Cormack said. “Federal agents have gone to jail for less.”
Her gaze remained hard. “I’m not turning a blind eye toward anything. Both of my eyes are wide open and seeing fine. If I go to jail, then I go to jail, but I will not let Vincente Carpio loose on the American public again. I’d rather sit in a cell with a clean conscience than walk the streets with the knowledge that there was something I could have done and I didn’t do it.”
He held her stare for a long moment before he spoke again. “Keeping him in prison means that much to you?”
She dropped her eyes to the floor. “When my son and my husband…” she began, but her voice caught in her throat. “I promised that I would do anything I could to prevent anyone from ever going through what I went through. It’s what I’ve dedicated my life to. And I’ve failed. I caught him once, and he escaped and eight more people died.” She took a deep breath. “I went down to Nantasket beach yesterday and walked along the water. It’s where we used to go every summer. I was so cold.”
“Coldest winter in history so far,” Cormack said.
“I’m not talking about the weather,” Kit said. She looked back up at him. “I’m talking about me. It was our spot, so familiar to me it could be my home. But I couldn’t feel anything. I couldn’t feel him. The wind blew through me like I wasn’t even there—like I didn’t even fucking exist.” A tear ran down her cheek. “That’s what they took from me.” She shook her head. “They took everything.”
“What happened?”
She turned away from him. “I don’t talk about it.”
“Maybe you should.”
She shook her head. “It’s too much to think about.”
“Maybe if you talk about it, you’ll be able to let go of it finally.”