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cops left. Watching me, Nora sees the pace of my thumb-tapping quickly increase. Finally, she breaks the silence. "You doing okay?" she asks.
    All I do is nod.
    "I appreciate what you did for me back there," she offers.
    My eyes stay glued to the road. "It's okay," I say coldly.
    "I'm serious."
    "I told you, it's okay. It's not that big a--"
    "It is a big deal. It really is--that's not something that happens to me every day."
    "I would hope not," I blurt angrily.
    She pauses for a moment, sensing I'm about to boil. "You know what I mean, Michael. The way you acted . . . it wasn't just for you. You did it for--" She once again stops--this doesn't come naturally for her. "Thank you, Michael. It meant a lot to me."
    An hour ago, I would've done anything to hear those words. Right now, though, I couldn't care less.
    "Say what you're thinking," she says.
    I brake to a sharp stop at a red light. Turning to my right, I take a long, hard look at her. "What do you think I'm thinking? Why the hell'd you take the money?"
    She crosses her arms and lets out that little girl laugh.
    "You think it's a joke?" I shout.
    "Not at all," she says, suddenly serious. "Not after what you did."
    I'm not in the mood for compliments. "Just tell me why you took it."
    "Honestly? I'm not sure. I ran up, grabbed the flashlight, and saw the envelope. Part of me thought we should take it as evidence, so I went for it. I thought it'd be an easy way to prove Simon was there--but after the first ten grand, I got scared and ran."
    It's not a bad explanation, but it comes too easily. For Nora, it's too rational. "So all you wanted was some proof?"
    "I'm telling you--that was it."
    I keep staring at her.
    "What? You don't believe me?"
    "Are you kidding? Give me one good reason why I--"
    "Michael, I swear to you, if I could take it back I would. There's no easier way to say it." Her voice cracks, catching me by surprise. Right there, her guard drops--and the gnawing feeling inside my chest subsides. "I'm sorry," she cries, leaning in next to me. "I'm so sorry I put you in that position. I never . . . I should've just left it there and walked away."
    In the back of my brain, I still picture that brown vial of aspirin . . . but in front of my eyes--all I see is Nora. The look on her face . . . the way her thin eyebrows rise and wilt as she apologizes . . . she's as terrified as I am. Not just for herself. But for me. Glancing down, I notice her hand tightly clutching my own. From there, the words come out of my mouth almost instantly. "It was an impulse. You couldn't have known."
    "You still didn't have to do it," she points out.
    I nod. She's right.
    As we once again start moving toward Pennsylvania Avenue, I have a perfect view of the White House. When I make a left on H Street, it disappears. One sudden move and it's gone. That's all it takes. For both of us.
    "Maybe we should . . ."
    "We'll take care of it first thing tomorrow," Nora promises, already two steps ahead. "Whatever he's up to, we'll figure it out." Despite her confidence, I can't stop thinking about Simon. But for Nora, as soon as she sees her big white mansion, she's back to her old self. Two people. One body. As I make a sharp right turn, she adds, "Now pull over."
    I stop the car on 15th Street, around the corner from the Southeast Gate. At this hour, all of downtown is dead. There's no one in sight.
    "Don't you want me to pull up to the gate?"
    "No, no--here. I have to get out here."
    "Are you sure?"
    At first, all she does is nod. "It's just around the corner. And this way I save you from a confrontation with the Service." She looks down at her watch. "I'm in under two hours, but that doesn't mean I'm not going to get my head ripped off."
    "That's why I always leave my bodyguards at home," I say, trying to sound half as calm as my date. It's all I can do to keep up.
    "Yeah, that's why I picked you," she laughs. "You know how it really is." She's about to say something else, but she stops