CHAPTER THIRTY FOUR
“There should be a turn up here to the left,” Reid told Maria. “That’s the meeting place.” Maria flicked off the headlights as she turned onto a tree-lined dirt road behind a suburban development just a few miles outside of Langley. Next to her, Reid held his cell phone with the GPS open, directing her to the coordinates that the CIA engineer had given them.
About five hundred yards further on the dirt road, a gray van was parked with its lights off between two large oaks. Maria cut the engine and popped the trunk as Reid got out of the car. For a long moment, there was no sign from the van; it seemed as if it was empty or had been abandoned, but then at long last the side door slid open and Bixby hopped out, wearing a wide grin.
“Isn’t this exciting?” he said by way
