When she began her job at the FBI, I hired someone through a contact, to keep an eye on her, Tom Keen. He was supposed to be a friend of a friend, a contact that could tell me what was going on with Elizabeth, if she was safe. My instructions were clear, and he disobeyed them. They got involved. I terminated the contract.

I found out they were engaged when I was in the middle of a negotiation in the Andes, between the Colombian Government and FARC rebels. Back then, I was one of the few people who could serve in that capacity, having brokered deals for both sides of the conflict in the past.

I wasn't able to return until the day of their wedding, convinced he had to die. Then I saw the way Elizabeth, looked at him, and how happy she was, and I couldn't take that away from her.