"And most of them would have pushed us right down a rat hole!" Jan reminded him. "You've known for weeks that you faced no criminal charges. We've als... been upfront with you that your help on this case won't bring any special favors as far as relief for you current situation or for any charges you might face in the future. Yet you've stuck it out and done a hell of a lot more than any other informant I've ever seen. I know you've gone home and researched the mindset of the Westlakes. I would. Eyes darted around nervously, finally falling on Dimitri. ‘What happened?’ He hoped she would answer, instead she simply started bawling. It was all he could do not to start crying with her as he wrapped his arms around her, pulling him into the heat of his body and burying his face in her hair. He could feel her tears soaking through his shirt but there was no way he was letting her go. ‘Shhhh… shhhhh…. It’s okay. I promise. Tell me what I can do?’ Her only response was to cling to him tighter. It may all amount to nothing. She takes fresh vegetables and some kind of dip. It may be easy. She feels nothing special, and is about to relax when he takes her hand to pull her away from blocking the kitchen door. Yes, the hand feels the same. It is a large hand, warm, not rough, and without warning there is the memory of rehearsal, of how his hands always did feel especially warm to her. She hadn’t considered his hands when they first met, when his daughters took ballet and he spent his. Nancy said, "I feel like we failed." What do you mean?" William asked.Kim said, "We're supposed to be the grief counselors, not you." We were useless," Nancy said running a hand over her medallion. It had been unusually heavy over the past few days.Shaking his head, William said, "Do you think they would have lived long enough for me to get here if you hadn't been by their side?" No," Kim said. She looked over at Nancy and added, "We barely kept them from hurting themselves on several.