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said.
    “We knew that. Everyone knew that. But you battled yourself and won.”
    “My file must be popular reading.”
    “It’s not in your file.”
    “But the Bureau knows.”
    Karen shrugged. “They know you’ve caught people no one else could find. They know you’ve been in situations no one else would have survived. They know you’re the best hunter in the FBI, with more skill, more courage, more intelligence, more ... what should I call it? More ‘understanding’ of the mind of serial killers than anyone in the Bureau.”
    “Call it ‘fellow feeling.’”
    “I won’t call it that and I don’t see what good it does you to do so. You’ve never done a thing that wasn’t in the line of duty and perfectly justified by the circumstances.”
    “Thank you. I feel so much better now. You’ve helped me to see that I’ve been beating up on myself for no reason at all.”
    “Gold thinks you’re ready to work again.” Karen said.
    “Good of him. The alcoholic is sober so take him out and buy him a beer.”
    “He doesn’t see it that way.”
    “Possibly because he has his head up his ass. Hard to see things my way from that position.”
    “I would think that is your position,” Karen said.
    Becker laughed.
    “But for me it’s a normal posture.” He touched her hand with one finger, drawing it slowly from wrist to fingertip.
    “I’m sorry I jerked away from you a minute ago,” he said. “I’m not used to being touched.”
    “You used to be very receptive.” she said. She noticed that the pilot and owner had stopped talking. She did not look at them.
    “That’s when you were single,” he said. He lightly pinched her ring finger where a wedding band should have been. “Did you take it off just for me, or don’t you wear one for professional reasons?”
    “The file is out of date,” she said. “I’ve been divorced for four months and separated for three years before that.”
    “Sorry,” he said.
    “Not at all. But thanks.”
    She pulled her hand from his fingers, glancing toward the pilot. The pilot was staring too innocently out the window. He appeared to be discussing the clouds with the owner.
    “I’m really not here to stir up any old flames. John. I’m here to get your help.”
    “So tell me about it,” he said.
    “About what?”
    “The case that was so important you needed a helicopter to find me. That’s an expensive item compared to a phone call.”
    “Did you have a phone on the mountain with you? Wish I’d known. Besides. I thought you weren’t going to help me.”
    Becker shrugged. “I’ll help you if I can. I’m not going to get involved. If I can do anything useful while I’m sitting here. I’m happy to help.”
    Karen placed a folder on the table in front of him. He abruptly put his hand on it.
    “Don’t start with pictures of the victims,” he said.
    “All right.”
    “That was always hard to take.”
    “I don’t enjoy it either, but how do you know they’re that kind of pictures? This is kidnapping.”
    Becker removed his hand from the folder.
    “Kidnapping ends up one of two ways,” he said. “The victim is released or the victim is dead. You didn’t come to see me about victims who have been released.”
    “There’s a third alternative,” Karen said. “Sometimes the victims stay missing.”
    “Those are kids who are taken by one of the parents in a custody dispute and packed off to a different state. You didn’t come to me for that kind of thing, either.”
    “Why not?”
    “It’s not where my talents lie.”
    Karen nodded. “Okay.”
    “And it cost you too much personally to seek me out and talk to me again,” he continued.
    “Did it?”
    “You may not be as guileless as I am, Karen, but that doesn’t mean that you’re unreadable. Whatever this case is, you felt it was worth the price, which means it means a lot to you.”
    “Yes. It means a lot.”
    “Save the pictures. I’ll look at them if I have to, but first just tell