He responded with the last weapon in his arsenal out of frustrated anger. "You're a spy, Carrie. You are in the lying business." He didn't want to believe that she wasn't being truthful, but he was backed into a corner and the statement was the last defense he had.

He turned away, then slipped from the bed. "I'm sorry. That was cruel. I need to go outside. I need..." He shuddered hard, then turned to look at her. "You're a spy, Carrie, and you get to keep doing that. You still have your livelihood." He looked down at his hands. "I'm a killer and I can't even do that anymore."

He grabbed his pants and pulled them on, then headed for the door. With no shirt and no shoes, he couldn't get far.