Three weeks later, Grace sat across from Agent Santos in the same impersonal coffee shop, but their talk felt different. She requested the meeting and wrote down questions that needed to be answered before she could start.
"Thank you for coming to see me again," she told me.
Santos stirred his black coffee while scrutinizing her face. "You look different." "More settled."
"I've made some decisions about my father's book and your investigation."
"And?"
"I won't testify against you if this goes to trial. But I am not going to defend your ways."
Santos nodded slowly. "That seems fair."
"I need to comprehend something, however." Did you ever think we might fall in love while you were keeping an eye on us? Not only a trauma bond, but true concern for one another?
"Honestly? No. "I expec
