The line suddenly went dead. I feel the urge to call out her name but I know its useless.

She's gone.

Suddenly I regret not saying more to her but with Jack sitting next to me the thought of baring my soul seems a little embarrassing. I feel horrible that the conversation was one-sided, we both have things that need to be said, but there a million thoughts running though my head.

She risked everything…she got caught…she's being arrested at this very moment…my wife is being arrested…I hope she tells them exactly what they want to know…I know all too well what they do to people who give them a hard time…dear god Karen just tell them what they want to know…if I find out they ever laid a hand on her someone's going to die…

Jack says something that I don't quite hear.

"Sorry, what did you say?" I ask turning to him.

"Turn left up here," he repeats quietly. He shifts uncomfortably in his seat before looking at me.

"She'll be ok. Karen knows how these things are done. Besides she's too important and high-profiled for them to do anything rash. Everything will be ok."

I swallow hard and thank him. It's a little freaky that he knows what I'm thinking. Am I that easy to read? Karen would say yes and suddenly my thoughts are back to her. Its painful to think that she is sitting in a dark, cold room alone.

She shouldn't be there…I shouldn't be here…we should both be in Vermont living the life of newlyweds…not on separate coasts and practically being convicts…

Jack's cell phone rings and he answers. Its Chloe. They talk quietly and my mind wanders back to Karen.

Our conversation was short but meaningful. Her apology, while very unnecessary, was nice to hear. I know she is sorry she didn't need to say it. Though the apology was nothing compared to her saying she loved me. I am certain that no matter how many years go by her saying that will always be the sweetest thing. I am at least grateful that after giving her the cold shoulder for the past three hours I told her I loved her too. Well, kind of told her. I glance at Jack who is ending his call. In an instant he shifts closer to the dashboard and points out the windshield.

"Right over there," he shouts. I bring the truck to a halt and get ready to jump out. Jack is already two steps ahead of me. I'm so not used to fieldwork. As I grab my gun and get ready to follow Jack I pray that he is right. I pray that for once Karen's high-powered, fast-paced career works in our favour. I hope that it protects her from any harm and that instead of forcing us a part it will at last bring her back home to me.