had given her would speed the healing process. It was all he could do.
She looked at the wallet, the skin between her eyes creasing into a frown.
‘Open it,’ he said.
She put her fingers at the edge of the wallet and pulled it open.
A hand fluttered to her mouth. Cahill wondered if she might faint, but she held it together.
On one flap of the wallet, her husband’s photograph was set in an official FBI identification card behind a clear, plastic sleeve.
On the other flap was the gold shield of a special agent.
A single tear splashed on the plastic sleeve holding the photograph.
‘Tim…’ She crumpled. Fell into his arms and sobbed.
Cahill held her up, feeling her tears soak his chest.
Her sob turned into something more. All the raw emotion of the last week pouring out as the dam burst.
And all the time she held the wallet tight, her fingers splayed against the image of her husband’s face.
When the tide subsided, he heard her say something, but it was muffled as her face was still pressed into his chest.
He asked her what it was.
‘Thank you,’ she said.
I did it for you, Tim, he thought. You were one of the best.
