“I was an intelligence agent for the British government.Agent double-oh-seven? she asked lightly.No, he said in a grave tone, then leaned forward and whispered, Agent sixty-nine.”
“Janie: So you're a double agent?Cabel: Sure.That sounds sexy.”
“Four hundred sixty-seven,” he whispered. The number seemed to deflate him.He’s still counting. She couldn’t give up.”
“When the woman took the earbud, he didn't ask another question. She was a woman on a mission as she placed the tiny device in her ear and said, "This is Special Agent Abby Cameron. Let me talk to Macey McHenry.”
“Oh, for the love of God. There is no agent more agent than you. I swear you have pin-striped ties encrypted into your DNA. When you die, the coffin is going to read Property of the FBI.”
“I love you," he finally whispered. She leaned forward and touched his face. "I know. And I love you, too.”