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"What’s it about?"

"A courtrooe in the federal court systeh, a subject I’d like to say a few things about"

"I see So you want to go back to Colorado? To write?"

"Yes, I suppose so" He fiddled with a loose thread on his pale blue sweater, re her kiss on his shoulder He looked at her "Actually, I ondering when you would be going back to Colorado"

"I hadn’t really thought about it, not yet All this is still sinking in I’ to accept intellectually that this awfulthat’s happened, but there’s still that et that I’ve got lots ofto find him ue with her He said, "I’d do the sa the word out as soon as I get home Pedophiles have networks; they seeot several friends who spend a lot of time on the Internet I’ll see where that leads" He drew a deep breath "Savich will keep the fire lit by alerting all the FBI field offices He’s not happy about this either"

She looked down at the soft nap of the carpet beneath her feet "Well, I guess I should thank you, Ramsey Emma will miss you"

He looked up at her, at the dark shadows in her eyes, and that dancing line of freckles across the bridge of her nose He said, "I told Savich that your hair isn’t at all the sah ot red hair I told Savich your hair was the color of a sunset I saw once in Ireland"

The nap lost her attention She blinked up at him "A sunset in Ireland? When were you in Ireland?"

"Two years ago I was staying in Ballyvaughan Nearly every day I went to the Cliffs of Moher You really can’t describe hoeso like they’re rugged cliffs aves crashing and billowing up against the rocks, that they dip and then push right to the very edge of the sea, but that really doesn’t tell you" He shrugged again "You see what I ot a clue really how it actually makes you feel just to be there, to look over the water into the distance where there’s no sign of anything"

"I’h his hair, standing it straight on end "Dammit, you’re nice, Molly"

"Tell rinned at his hair, though he was now s it back down He hadn’t shaved yet He looked tough and hard and she saw hiainst his chest, his big hands stroking her back, her face against his shoulder He earing slacks and a T-shirt, his feet bare She had intruded He was going to leave

It didn’t matter It couldn’t matter He had his own life Hers and Emma’s had intersected his briefly and violently It was ti to leave

It wasn’t what she wanted, but she wasn’t going to try to change it He said quietly, "I’ll never forget this one evening I was at the Cliffs of Moher The air was crisp and dry and the sky perfectly clear No Irish rain that day I sat there and watched that red ball of sun slowly sink into the Atlantic You almost expected the water to hiss and boil when the sun sank into it People aroundaround, until that precise moment Then there was a hush and everyone was silent and still Just staring at that red ball sinking under the horizon" He shook his head, be as I live" He paused a moment, then looked at her "I remember the next day it rained so hard it was like payback time for that incredible sunset You know, Molly, I was just thinking that maybe you’d like it as well, both you and Eh that’s beautiful too, no, the sunsets"

"Emma and I? Go to Ireland?"

"Yes With ht was diray Her expression wasn’t clear to hi moment, she raised her head and looked across the roo, "Yes, I’d like that I’ll bet Eth of it surprised hi to Paris They’re leaving fro"