Two Weeks Earlier
Washington, D.C.
“Is this Mr. Charles Dryden?” Willy Ebert was pacing back and forth at the edge of the Reflecting Pool. It was a pleasantly warm day in Washington, so he left his suit coat back in the office on the Senate wing of the Capitol. His tie was pulled up neat to his collar and tiny beads of sweat were gathering on his temples.
“Is this Mr. Charles Dryden?” Willy Ebert was pacing back and forth at the edge of the Reflecting Pool. It was a pleasantly warm day in Washington, so he left his suit coat back in the office on the Senate wing of the Capitol. His tie was pulled up neat to his collar and tiny beads of sweat were gathering on his temples.“Yes,” returned the unfamiliar voice on the other end of the line. “Who’s this?”
“Yes,” returned the unfamiliar voic
