“Are you certain she hasn’t come back to the mission?” She caught the way he hesitated, and she pushed on. “She has, hasn’t she? She’s still out there,” she said, her voice barely a whisper. “She’s somewhere, and she knows that you know her. She knows that sooner or later you’ll know what she did.”
John O’Malley was quiet a long moment. Finally he placed his hand over hers and held it, as if it wanted to reassure her. “Ella’s waiting on supper,” he said.