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He didn’t know.
For his action from the Faust River to Cold Butte,
Graham was told he would receive the Governor General’s Medal of Bravery. There was also talk that Graham, Walker and Takayasu’s team were being consid ered for the President’s Medal of Valor. And all of the people involved in thwarting the assassination were invited to the Vatican, where the pope thanked them per sonally.
Because Maggie’s information contributed to the capture of key operatives in Amir’s global network, a Manhattan law firm offered to represent her without charge, to ensure she received a fair portion of reward money posted by international security agencies. The amount sought was half a million dollars.
Jake Conlin was buried in a small cemetery in Northern California near a place where his parents had gone on vacation every summer. As a boy, Jake lived for the adventure of the long coastal drive. It nurtured his love for the road.
After the funeral, Maggie took comfort in Jake’s final e-mail message to her. She shared it with Logan during counseling sessions.
“He came back to us in the end, honey, always remember that.”
Samara lived in her video.
She became known to the world as it played repeat edly in the postincident analysis of what came to be “The Montana Attack.” It gave rise to debates and reviews of foreign policy, security, religion and global terrorism.
In the weeks and months afterward, Maggie studied Samara’s video, replaying it countless times at night, hating her as the woman who had destroyed her family. But as Maggie continued analyzing the in-depth news profiles that dissected Samara’s life and re-created the horrors leading up to the attack, Maggie’s regard for her changed.
Again and again, Maggie’s thoughts went back to the instant at the school when her eyes had met Samara’s in one intense gaze. Maggie’s loathing evolved into ac ceptance that she and Samara were never enemies. They were women from different worlds. They were mothers united by tragedies beyond their control.
And, late at night, when sleep would not come, Maggie found herself reconciling it all with a question that-although she would never know-was identical to the question Samara had asked when she came upon a child’s foot on the street in Baghdad.
It was an ancient question no one could answer.
What are we doing to each other?
And in the time that followed, Graham would call Maggie and Logan to see how they were getting along.
Some six months later, he’d returned to California to take part in a symposium on security.
Maggie invited him to visit.
They went to the beach, where Logan flew a kite Graham had bought for him.
Maggie and Graham watched as it soared and held steady against the wind.
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