“This reminds me of my brother,” Gilroy said, and it was like everyone in the car quieted to hear him. “We fought all the time when we were kids. And when we were adults…” His voice hardened. “My father thought he should be the one to take over the family business. Even though I was more suited for it and more experienced. And how are you supposed to react when you’re passed over like that?”

His words hung in the car. “Well, but it all worked out, right? Because then you joined the CIA.…” Teri’s voice trailed off.

“Right,” Gilroy said. “It worked out in the end.” Teri was about to ask how much farther it was they were going, when Gilroy slowed the car down and signaled. “We’re here.”

Teri looked around. “We are?” She’d never thought about where spies stashed their go bags, but she hadn’t expected it to be a rest stop off the highway. This was not the kind she’d stopped at on road trips, big travel plazas with an Auntie Anne’s and a Starbucks inside. This was small, just bathrooms, vending machines, a few flickering lights. It was also deserted. Only one other car in the parking lot.

Teri gave Chris and Daryl all the cash and change she had on her so they could pick out their snacks. They piled out of the car, and Teri handed Gilroy back his suit jacket. She started to join the kids at the vending machine. But then she noticed Gilroy hadn’t moved. “You okay?” she asked.

“Fine,” Gilroy said, sounding like he was talking himself into something. “Just preparing myself. After all, this is what I trained for. At Quantico.” He nodded toward the woods. “I’ll just be over there.”

Teri was surprised he was going into the woods, but after a moment, it made sense. He probably had stashed his stuff somewhere nobody would ever look twice at. And this rest stop certainly fit that description. “Could you leave the keys?” Teri asked, as she shivered. “I think it’s going to be too cold for the kids to wait outside.”

Gilroy looked at her and hesitated, a pause stretching on for what Teri thought was a simple request—for a car that wasn’t even his. “Oh, sure,” he finally said, tossing them to her. “I’ll be back soon.” He walked around the back of the rest stop, then disappeared from view.

Teri watched him go. Something was bothering her, something in the back of her mind. But she couldn’t put her finger on what.…

The kids returned, laden with snacks. Parker handed her an open bag of Fritos, and she took it, picking out a chip slowly. Her mind spun. “What’s Quantico?” she finally asked.

“It’s the FBI training school,” Chris said immediately.

“Not the CIA?”

“That’s Langley,” Daryl said patiently.

Parker gave her a pitying smile.