CHAPTER TWENTY SIX
She was back in DC just after eight o’clock. She got off of the expressway and bypassed FBI headquarters and her apartment altogether. Instead, she headed toward Park View, where she had set up her next meeting immediately upon leaving Barbara Francis in Alexandria. She allowed herself enough time to grab a quick drive-thru meal before heading to a small church she’d never heard of before.
She parked in front of Park View Church of Christ and headed straight for the ancient-looking front doors. Park View Church of Christ did not have the glitz and glamour of a Blessed Heart or Living Word, or even St. Peter’s. It was a simple one-story church that was about the size of a modest house. It looked to have been built in the forties or fifties, complete with a steeple and a
