After a call to The Basement Club in Georgetown to see if Liam Futino was there, Drayco learned he’d called in sick. “Change of plans, then,” Sarg noted. “You got his home address, too?”
In reply, Drayco pointed the car in that direction. He hadn’t gotten far when he pulled over to a curb and rolled down the window.
Sarg said, “What are you—” Then he saw the woman on the sidewalk, wearing a brown uniform.
Drayco called through the open window. “Tyler, aren’t you supposed to be at a conference?”
“I am. There was a three-hour gap with nothing to do. So I hopped on Metro to Foggy Bottom and picked up the shuttle bus for a walking tour of Georgetown.” She held up a bag. “And a souvenir, naturally.”
“Are you headed back?”
“There’s a workshop on cybercrime I’m signed up for. Starts in an h
