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He saw no one watching him as he crept down the quiet suburban street at night. It was one in the morning and it was the kind of neighborhood where people went to bed at respectable times, a rowdy weeknight consisting of one too many glasses of wine while watching The Bachelor. It was the kind of place he despised.
Of the many life lessons her first full year of retirement had taught Kate Wise, the most important was this: without a solid plan, retirement could get boring very fast.
She’d been known for her speed, her quick and often razor-sharp thinking, and her overall don’t-give-a-damn attitude.
Jane Patterson, a fifty-seven-year-old who was seven months retired from springing back and forth between companies as a proposal specialist for a government telecommunications firm. Across from her was Clarissa James, a little over a year into retirement ever since working part-time as a criminology instructor with the bureau. The fourth member of their sad little club, a fifty-five-year-old recently retired woman named Debbie Meade, had not yet shown up.
no matter how hard people tried to put their pasts behind them—whether it was relationships or careers—it somehow managed to always limp along not too far behind.
She knocked on the door with the same authority she would have one year ago. As she heard the loud talking inside, she figured she’d stick with the truth. Lying in a situation that she was already not supposed to be a part of would only make things worse if she was caught. The man who answered the door took Kate a little off guard. He was about six feet three inches and was absolutely jacked. His shoulders alone showed that he worked out. He could have easily passed for a professional
Life is like a wheel that you either cling to or fall from and get crushed. And one way or the other, it just keeps rolling on and on in an infinite loop.
You start to wonder just what the hell is wrong with people, you know? And sometimes you think on that for so long that you start to hate all humans. It makes you not want to be around anyone.”
Because grief was one thing…but shame was a totally different beast. It was much stronger and could, at times, make people behave irrationally.
Kate knew that Daryl Woodward was doing his absolute best. But she also knew that he’d be much more effective in terms of useful information in the coming days. Given that, she took out one of her old business cards, another of the relics she had held onto in the year between retirement and being brought back in to the bureau several days ago. She nearly handed it to him but then realized that the number on it was to the old bureau phone she’d had back then.
