Pamela Landy's point of view, post-Ultimatum. Word: Habit.
"You still look tired, Pam. You should really go home and rest." Pamela Landy swore she could detect in his words the elements of his smile, swift and sweet. The line went dead before she could reply.
Her eyes raked the buildings across the street. Nothing. She fought off a headache, considered installing blinds.
She hoped Bourne was not planning to make this a habit.