She sees his throat bob as he swallows. “Um…How would you feel about having a life with me, once this is all over? No FBI, no crazy serial killers. Just a regular, boring guy who doesn’t know what he’s doing next?” Emma feels her eyes getting damp. Out the windshield, the fuzzy blue-green of Mount Tlaloc reminds her that all things pass away, and that the best moment is the one she’s in here, right now. “I could handle a little boring,” she says, her voice coming out thick and soft.
