Chapter 25
Arlington, VA
0600 14 March 2011
Sean
THE MONDAY AFTER our return from Florida, Jared appeared at the house as usual, and we resumed our weekday schedule of a visit to the Y followed by school, but not before receiving a long lecture from Dad and Uncle Randy centered around exercising extreme caution everywhere we went.
Dad said, “Sean, this isn’t over—not by a long shot—and you guys are going to have to be extra vigilant.”
“For how long?” I said.
“Until we find out who’s behind this and they’re behind bars,” he said.
“Are we any closer to finding out?” I said.
“Unfortunately, no,” he said.
“Damn,” Paul said.
“Sorry, son, but that’s the way it is,” Uncle Randy said.
When we reached the Y, Paul said, “Laps or weight room?”
“Laps, definitely,” I said. “I need to burn
