“How the hell is Raymond even going to stake out the asylum?” Bell, lost in thought.

“The center building is a kind of isolation area.… Look, it doesn’t really matter. What matters is that instead of Scott and Pradeep, there’ll be FBI agents taking care of Simon. Let’s contact Scott, try to find out more details.” Emma peers up at Bell. “Have you packed yet?”

“What? No, not yet.”

“Maybe go do that. If this all goes south, you might want to have everything ready for a quick exit.”

A knock comes on the door. It’s Betty, holding a small black envelope.

“These are the details for Agent Cooper’s funeral.” She hands Bell the envelope. “It’s tomorrow, at one PM. While only family and close acquaintances will be at the burial and the wake, the memorial service is open to everybody. I thought you might like to attend.”

Betty inclines her head, departs. Emma walks over to take the envelope, as Bell seems reluctant to do more than just stare at it. Inside, a stiff card provides details of the service; instead of flowers, Edmund Cooper’s brother has requested people donate to the FBI Financial Need Scholarships Fund.

“Now I guess we know why Carter’s flying back.” Bell frowns at the card. “Goddammit. How many more people have to die before we catch this bastard?”

Emma puts a hand on his shoulder. She remembers the first time she did that, in the gymnasium after Cooper gave them Simon Gutmunsson’s file. Bell was grieving then and he’s grieving now. She wishes more than anything that things hadn’t come full circle.

“Go to your dorm and pack,” she says. “I’ll keep the fire burning.”

Emma tries to keep busy. She’s anxious and she’s angry, and she knows the only thing that stops her from falling off that cliff is to stay occupied, so she sets herself tasks—calling home, leaving messages for Kristin Gutmunsson at Chesterfield, leaving messages for Dr. Scott at St. Elizabeths. Bell changes his flight so he can attend the service tomorrow, then breaks into Spanish on the phone with his mother. The language has a cadence Emma finds soothing, until she remembers what Simon said about the musicality of her own voice. She stops eavesdropping, concentrates instead on cutting down the list of medical technicians by factoring in the date range.

They break for lunch and pick at their food at a table in the grove while watching a busload of National Academy students pull out on their way to the Lincoln Memorial. When Emma and Bell get back to the Cool Room, the phone is ringing and Emma has to run for it.

“Lewis.” She remembers she’s not officially FBI. “I mean, it’s Emma Lewis here. Hi.”

“Miss Lewis, I’m glad I caught you.” Linda Brown sounds warm and amused on the other end of the line.

There’s another noise at the door. Bell is talking to someone, and Emma has to tune it out while she and Linda Brown discuss the phrasing of Simon’s advertisement. At the end of the conversation, Emma thanks her for getting back in touch on a Sunday.