“I don’t know where they are.”
“You said Gregor had just merged onto the 495. Give them that to start with.”
“Yes.” His voice was shaking and a quick glance showed me his hands were as well as he made the call. “I’m…I’m sorry—”
“Don’t worry about it.” I leaned on the horn and wove through the streets, swearing under my breath whenever anyone got in my way.
* * * *
Goddamned DC traffic. In spite of the red light on the roof and my lead foot on the gas pedal, it was all over by the time we got there.
The Lexus was upside down, the roof crumpled by the weight of the car. It was giving a fair impression of an accordion. The driver’s side passenger door was gone, replaced by a gaping hole. Other cars were scattered on the median, dented and dinged, but none so badly.
“I’m sorry, sir. You
