neverwrongagent

She acknowledged him, even turned and waved a hand at him, then went back to what she was doing. One after another, she touched the pictures she had up of bus stops where the bombs went off. All of them on routes Walker had ridden, but not at times he'd been there. And the people they'd identified as his collaborators had never been there. There was no message to the spots, not that she could see yet.

A moment later she turned around, saw him, and jumped a little. "Oh, you're back."