"You need to call me Mrs. Burnham. That's who I am these days. That's who I've been for nigh on thirty years now." "Why did you retire?" "I went to work for the War Department once I discovered my husband worked for them. What he did fascinated me, and I had a knack for it. He was delighted we could share that part of his life with no need to keep secrets from each other." Mrs. Burnham contemplated the room's reflection in the window, the soft sounds of reminiscence in her words. "He used to call me his little pigeon. That's where the name came from." Isabel wasn't sure she was ready for the answer, but she asked the question anyway. "What happened to your husband?" "Killed on assignment. I stayed with the War Department because I couldn't face life without him, and because I wanted his killers brought to justice. This is a dangerous job we do. For men, it's physically dangerous. They keep their work and personal lives separate. For women, though, everything's all wrapped up together. This job consumes us.
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