“Officially, I’m on TDY to Quantico to brief the FBI,” Boomer explained.
“And unofficially?”
Boomer’s eyes reddened. “I know what you did for my family, Dig. I needed to tell you how grateful I am.”
Jonathan blushed a little and smiled. “Officially, I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he said. “But unofficially, how are they?”
Boomer gave a half shrug. “Physically, they’re fine. The rest will take time.”
“They seem strong to me,” Jonathan said.
“It’ll take time.”
The moment drew out long enough to become awkward. “Are you sure you don’t want to come in?”
“Listen, Dig,” Boomer said. Jonathan sensed that he’d been preparing himself. “I owe you a debt I can’t repay.”
“You really don’t-”
“Let me finish. I don’t pretend to know all that you do, but I hear the rumors. If you ever need anything-and I mean anything -you get in touch with me, and it’ll be there. No limitations, no questions asked. That’s true of anybody in the Unit. They wanted me to tell you that.”
Jonathan knew that the man was stating fact, and then it was his turn to be speechless. “Thanks, Boomer,” he said. “And you’re welcome. I just wish it had gone easier for Ryan and Christyne.”
“They’re alive and they’re home. The rest doesn’t matter.” Boomer extended his hand, and Jonathan shook it. “You take care,” he said, and then he walked away.
Gail had no idea if she was doing the right thing. She hadn’t had a meaningful chat with Jonathan since the night in the hotel, and with each passing day, the burden of what had happened-and of what might happen if the details were ever leaked-consumed her more.
She’d reached the point where doing anything was better than doing nothing, so here she was, literally about to pass through a door that could change everything. She pressed the doorbell, and fifteen seconds later, there he was.
At this hour, Father Dominic D’Angelo looked less like a priest than a guy who’d been lounging around watching television. His face morphed to mask of concern. “Gail,” he said. “Are you all right?”
The tears came before she was ready for them, flowing freely and embarrassing her. “No,” she choked. “I’m not okay at all. Have you got a minute?”