He managed to stand before she did and started toward the kitchen. “No, it’s good for me to get up and move around.”

“Doctor’s orders?” she said sarcastically.

He ignored her and dug around in the fridge, finding a couple of Fat Tires at the back.

“Thanks again for putting me up,” he said, popping the tops and starting back for the living room.

“Mi casa es su casa.”

She was wearing an old Columbia University sweatshirt and a pair of military-issue boxer shorts that he suspected had belonged to her late husband. Her bare feet were propped on a fossil stone coffee table—one of the many expensive upgrades Klein had signed off on out of guilt for getting her shot in the back.

“Interesting choice of cuisine,” he said, easing back onto the couch and shoveling some noodles into his mouth.

“Don’t get Freudian on me, Jon. I was in the mood, okay?”

“Absolutely.”

They ate in silence for a while, him trying to find a comfortable position on the sofa and her staring off into space. She’d hardly said anything on the drive over from their meeting with Klein, which was unusual. When in the throes of an operation, she was usually a ball of nervous energy.

“You okay, Randi?”

The sound of his voice snapped her back into the present. “Why wouldn’t I be?”

“I don’t know. You seem a little…detached.”

“Maybe being stuck in the middle of something that could turn into World War Three has me a little on edge.”

Doubtful, he knew. She thrived on this kind of thing. The bigger and uglier the better.

“It’s Kaito, isn’t it?”

The egg roll stopped short on its way to her mouth. “Yoshima? What about him?”

“He’s dead.”

“I’m aware of that.”

Smith went back to eating. Pushing would just piss her off. And he was in no condition to deal with a pissed-off Randi Russell.

She was the first to break the silence. “Maybe going to see him wasn’t such a great idea.”

Smith shrugged. “Sometimes you just have to close your eyes and charge.”

“I guess.” She scooped some food from the carton onto her plate. “As much as I hate to admit it, I kind of liked the guy. He wasn’t a scumbag like a lot of them. I honestly don’t know what he was.”

“Bat-shit insane as near as I could ever tell.”

“Yeah. But who wouldn’t be if they’d grown up like that?” She kicked her feet back up onto the table. “Klein was stuck for the first time I’ve ever seen and I had an angle. I keep asking myself if I was just showing off. If I dived in without completely thinking through what I was doing.”