Even thought it was meant to be a secret, Jack felt that he had to tell Erica. Nina had been pardoned for her help in finding the nuke and now was somewhere in North Africa, not quite free but a lot less restricted than Jack wanted her to be. As he hesitantly dialled Erica's number, he began to doubt his plan to tell her, but he told himself that if he were in her shoes, then he would want to know and, as she answered the phone, he toom a deep breath. As he told her, revealed to her that her daughter's murderer was no longer in jail, he could hear her cry softly, and her voice had a tone of pain and confusion.
Hanging up the phone, Erica gazed at a picture of her daughter which hung on the wall nearby. Jamey's rich brown eyes and infective smile looke down on Erica, and this was how she wanted to remember her daughter. She had seen her daughter after her death, lying there in the hospital bed with greyish skin and lifeless eyes. It had taken weeks before she could close her eyes without seeing her dead daughter's face. After the trial, when Nina Myers had been sentenced, she had sat in her car and looked at a picture of her daughter, and knew that she was at peace.
The cruel sun of the Sahara attacked Nina's pale skin mercilessly. Tunisia was a million miles away from a Californian women's prison, but she couldn't help but feel as if she had been cheated. Sure, she knew that her pardon would have conditions, but puting her in the middle of a desert? It was if they wanted her to slip under their radar, as if they wanted her to get back into the game. Of course, that was exactly what Nina planned to do. There may have been no bars or control freak guards in the desert, but Niuna considered it a prison, and a challenge.