CHAPTER SIXTEEN
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Every time Angela walked into the Library of Congress, she couldn’t help but pause to take in the sheer size and ornate beauty of the Jefferson building, then smile as she deeply breathed in its bookish odor. She’d already wasted many hours in the reading room when she was supposed to have been doing research for Jenkins because she’d stumbled across some unexpected book, and long been drawn into its pages. Angela had always joked she should just move her office to Jefferson and would in a heartbeat if given the opportunity.
“I spent a lot of time in libraries as a kid, you know,” she said to Peter as their gaze lingered on the lobby’s opulence. “I could happily get lost in a place like this.”
“Yeah, you told me. That’s because you had no friends as a kid.”
Angela nu
