Together, Stan and Amelia crossed back toward the waiting convoy.
She stopped beside the rear door of the lead vehicle.
For a moment, neither of them spoke.
Amelia removed her sunglasses and hooked them onto the collar of her coat.
Her eyes met his. There was something there. Something she almost said.
Stan saw it. The hesitation. The impulse. The words that rose and then retreated. A heartbeat later, whatever it was disappeared behind her usual composure.
"I'll start the operation immediately," she said quietly. "The moment we identify the people behind the impersonations, you'll know."
"I know you will."
"And, Stan."
"Yes."
She drew a small breath. "Thank you."
His expression softened slightly. "For letting me help."
Her gaze dropped briefly before returning to his.
"Not just because of this situation. Because of everything."
She gestured vaguely, searching for words. "I needed somewhere to put what I've been carrying. You gave me that."
