The Witness

Terry, for John, I’m going to take it all away from them.”
    She sent the e-mail to Ilya, using his current mistress’s address, with a sexy little text mirroring those Abigail had accessed from the past.
    The attachment wouldn’t register. That, she thought with considerable pride, was only part of its beauty.
    “How long will it take to work?”
    “It’ll start the minute he opens the e-mail. I estimate about seventy-two hours before everything’s corrupted, but that corruption will begin immediately.”
    She sighed. “Do you know what I’d like? I’d like to open a bottle of champagne when we get home. I have one, and this feels like exactly the right occasion.”
    “We’ll do that, and I’ve got something to add to it.”
    “What?”
    “A surprise.”
    “What sort of surprise?”
    “The kind that’s a surprise.”
    “I don’t know if I like surprises. I’d rather … Oh, look. He’s opened the e-mail already.” Satisfied, she closed the laptop. “A surprise, then.”

EPILOGUE
     
    H E WANTED TO TAKE THE CHAMPAGNE UP TO HER SPOT OVER looking the hills.
    “Like a picnic? Should I pack some food?”
    “Champagne’s enough. Come on, Bert.”
    “He listens to you, follows you. I think he likes to because you sneak him food from the table when you think I’m not looking.”
    “Busted.”
    She laughed and took his hand. “I like holding your hand when we walk. I like so many things. I like being free. I’m free because of you.”
    “No, not because of me.”
    “You’re right, that’s not accurate. I’m free because of us. That’s better.”
    “You’re still wearing a gun.”
    “It may take a little time for that.”
    “It may take me a while to aim one again.”
    “Brooks.”
    “It’s done. It worked, so I can tell you, putting you in those crosshairs was the hardest thing I ever did. Even knowing the why, the how, it was like dying.”
    “You did the hardest thing because you love me.”
    “I do.” He brought her hand to his lips again. “You need to know I would’ve loved Elizabeth or Liz or whoever you were.”
    “I do know. It’s the best thing I know, and I know a great deal.”
    “Smartypants.”
    She laughed, realized she could spend hours just laughing. “I’ve been thinking.”
    “As smartypants are inclined to do.”
    “Global Network is going to close—the head of the company is going into seclusion. I want to start fresh.”
    “Doing?”
    “I want to go back to developing software. And games. I really enjoyed that. I don’t want my whole world revolving around security and safety now.” She grinned, and this time brought his hand to her lips. “I have you for that.”
    “Damn right you do. I’m chief of police.”
    “And maybe, one day, the Bickford Police Department will need or want a cyber-crimes unit. I’m very qualified, and I can forge all the necessary documents and degrees. I was kidding about the last part,” she said, when he gave her a long look.
    “No more forging.”
    “None.”
    “Or hacking.”
    Her eyes widened. “At all? Ever? Can I qualify that? I’ll want to know how the virus is working over the next couple days, and after that … no more hacking unless we discuss and agree.”
    “We can talk about it.”
    “It’s compromise. Couples discuss and compromise. I want to discuss having your friends and family to dinner, and wedding plans, and learning how to …”
    She trailed off, stopped. “There’s a bench,” she murmured. “There’s a beautiful bench exactly where I wanted one.”
    “That’s your surprise. Welcome home, Abigail.”
    Her vision blurred as she stepped forward to run her hands over the smooth curve of the back, the arms. It looked like a log, hollowed out, polished to a satiny gleam, and on the middle of the back was a carved heart with the initials A.L. and B.G. in the center.
    “Oh. Brooks.”
    “Corny, I know, but—”
    “No, it’s not! That’s a stupid word. I prefer romantic.”
    “So do I.”
    “It’s a beautiful surprise. Thank you. Thank you.” She threw her arms around him.
    “You’re welcome, but I get to sit on it, too.”
    She sat, pulled him down. “Look at the hills, so green as the sun lowers, and the sky just starting to hint at reds and golds. Oh, I love this spot. Can we get married here? Right here?”
    “I can’t think of a better place. Since I can’t”—he pulled a ring box out of his pocket—“let’s make it official.”
    “You got me a