Webb couldn't believe it. He made it through a month's worth of a mission in Paraguay injury free. There were no bullets, no one following him when he got back, it all went better than he could possibly imagine.

Then, as he was taking his luggage off the carosel at Dulles, he grabbed the bag the wrong way and sprained his wrist. Getting old sucked. It was in a brace and he was told not to use it for at least a week. But that didn't stop him from going to Annie's, he just arrived a lot later than he'd planned.

At four AM on day eight, Clay parked his car in Danielle's driveway, took his bag out of the trunk with his good hand, then walked up to the guest house and knocked.