"Any of us?" Luke asks, his voice measured.
"Yeah. I mean, we were all there, right?" I say. "We could’ve given her all the information she needed, and none of us said anything. We just…"
I let myself trail off, and none of us say anything until we get to the restaurant. When I park and kill the engine, Salinas gets out of the car, mumbling something about getting us a table and leaving Woods and I alone in the car.
"Is she going to come back?" Woods asks me. "To help with Tom."
"Maybe to help with Tom. I assume she wants answers," I reply. "But I don’t think she’s going to come back to us in a social capacity, no, if that’s what you’re asking."
"I should apologize," he says. It doesn’t really sound like he’s speaking to me, and I don’t want to tell him that it doesn’t matter anyway. That she’s not going to take his apology, that it’s totally pointless.
That I’ve already tried.
"I don’t think it’s going to help you," I say. "I don’t think it’s going to help any of us. I tried to, but she didn’t want to hear it."
"Fuck."
"I mean, it might be better," I tell him. "It might be…I don’t know, it might be what we need. We can sort everything else out later, once we’ve saved the kid."
"Right."
"And then we’ll go back to Boston, and we can all forget this ever happened," I say.
"Right," he says again. "Once we go back home, everything will go back to normal."
He doesn’t sound like he believes it. I don’t believe it, either.
Because with us, nothing is ever normal.