But was this room still her? The more she learned about Special Operations’ targets—not just since liaising with this team, but through her work at The Activity as well—the more it had changed her. There was a softness to the woman who lived in this room that she no longer recognized. She couldn’t reconcile her younger self with the one who knew as much as she now did about terrorists’ and various governments’ motivations.
Duane whispered a soft, “Damn!” He was looking out the window. It was one of those crystalline fall days. The flats of the Willamette Valley were commanded by the lone tower of Mt. Hood in the distance. The view from the family bedrooms had always been the best.
He finished his inspection, then came to a stop in the middle of the bedroom, looking right at her.
“You’re
