Olivia nodded. “Agent Savich.” He knows I’m on the edge, and he’s being careful with me. He was being kind and she hated it, hated that she looked as pathetic as she felt. She forced herself to straighten, to sit tall when all she really wanted to do was lean forward into the uncomfortable chair, put her face on the table. “Agent Savich. I’ve heard of your wife, Agent Sherlock, and her heroism. I was in Germany at the time, but it was all over the news.”

Savich felt the jolt of pride he always felt when someone spoke of Sherlock. He nodded, pointed to the coffeepot and cups. “Thank you both for coming. Help yourselves to coffee.” He paused a moment. “Agent Hildebrandt, you need some orange juice. All right?”

Her eyes brightened, she nodded, and he excused himself. He was back quickly and handed her a large glass of orange juice. “Our unit secretary, Shirley, keeps juice in a small fridge near her desk for mornings like this.”

Olivia drank down the whole glass, closed her eyes a moment, then smiled at Savich. “Thank you.” She turned to Mr. Grace. “Sir, keeping juice around at Langley might be a good idea.”

Savich looked down at his watch, waited until Grace set his coffee cup down. “While we’re waiting for Mr. Lodner, why don’t you go over what happened to you, Agent Hildebrandt. I know very little. Please walk me through it.”

A bit of a smile appeared, disappeared. “You mean last night.”

She had a lovely smooth voice, with a hint of southern, maybe Georgia origins.

“Yes. I’m sure there’s much more, but tell me about last night for a start.”

Olivia told him about her nightly routine, Helmut’s waking her, and seeing a brief flash of light. Her voice was emotionless, her recounting clear, no digressions. “I was hunkered down beside the front of my house when I heard the two men whispering. One of the men spoke Farsi, the other English, but they spoke very quietly and I couldn’t make out their words. When they approached my front door, they were illuminated under my porch light; I saw they were both wearing black, and black masks. I yelled for them to drop their weapons. The taller man was fast, he got off seven rounds before I shot him. The second man was backing up and firing, then he turned and ran. I missed him.”

Ben Raven smiled. She sounded pissed.

Savich said, “It makes sense these two men were pros. Why do you think the first man missed you?”

“I was lying on my stomach so both men shot well above me.”

Savich said, “Well done. Did you search the man you shot?”