Chapter 12
August in Washington DC can be beastly. August, 1927 was no exception. Heat and humidity combined to choke air out of the atmosphere. Bill detested sweating. He was in a foul mood when checked into the Willard in time for a call to Margaret. He planned a light dinner after that.
He thought about his appointment to meet with Director Hoover tomorrow. He permitted himself an extra glass of wine before going up to his room. He watched a woman push through the revolving door and head to the restaurant. Wearing a red-flowered dress, she wrapped a shawl tightly, and seeing Bill walked directly to his table.
She slid into the bench across from him. With a timid smile, she opened her purse. For a moment, Bill was on guard. What if she has a gun?
Instead, she withdrew a manila envelo
