“You were worried about it?”
“No, not worried. You know, honey, for a dozen years after I was in prison, I’d wake up in cold sweats.”
“Yeah?”
“But I don’t anymore. Ever since I saw Quiller in there, the fear is gone.”
“That’s good, right?”
“Yeah. It’s good. But now those files have kind of like taken its place.”
“You could give them to me,” she offered.
“No. It’s good enough that I share what I know with you. Now and then maybe I could think about it, and if there’s something I need to talk out, I can call on you.”
“Like I was your partner?”
“Maybe.”