Seliah looked out the shaded window, then closed the drapes. A slat of evening light came through the center line. Hood watched her snug the drapes together and the light disappeared.

"We talked about a career change for him. Maybe teaching, which is something he'd always wanted to do. He's got a degree in economics. Of course he loves to fly, so we thought maybe he could do some charter work. Maybe firearms training, or consulting. It's complicated because he'd lose some retirement unless he stayed a fed, and he might have to take a pay cut in this economy. Still, we talked about it. That was a first for us, just the idea that there was life after ATF."

She sat down on the chair again.

"Then, one week into the trip to Costa Rica, something happened to Sean. Something good. We were on the volcano at Arenal, staying in a little hotel. You could see the volcano from our room, this big, smoking, gurgling mountain, rocks flying into the sky all the time. The whole thing's going to blow, just a matter of when. We woke up one morning, late, after partying in the hotel bar. My head was killing me but Sean said he felt better than he had in a long time. More like he used to feel. He'd had a real change of heart-he thought he was on the right track with ATF. He thought ATF was doing good things, even if he didn't agree on how it was being used. He seemed much more at peace. Much more grounded. He seemed almost… well, happy. I thought he might just be putting a good face on a bad hangover, but I was wrong. When he went back undercover a week later he was feeling clear and strong. I could see it. It wasn't an act."

"That brings us through July," said Bly. "So Sean has been better since the Costa Rica trip?"

Seliah sighed and stood again. She looked down at Hood with a resigned expression, then came over and sat down between them again. "Not exactly. He started sending e-mails about a month after we got back. He'd still call but it was mostly e-mails. I heard it in his messages before I heard it in his voice."