CHAPTER TWENTY SEVEN
1:55 p.m. Eastern Daylight Time
Old Town
Alexandria, Virginia
Luke caught the smoked glass door as the woman and child exited.
“Hi. Let me grab that, if you don’t mind.”
The woman was tall and blonde, in a blue designer dress and a white fur coat. She wore high heels and carried a heavy pocketbook draped over her shoulder. The child was a tow-headed kid about nine, and wore khaki pants and a dress shirt under a blue wool sailor jacket. The two of them barely noticed Luke—they lived in a world where if you caught the door, it must mean you were invited inside.
He had timed it perfectly. There had been no extended hanging around in the third-floor hallway, waiting for the door marked Sydney F. Gottlieb, MD, to open, while the cameras videotaped him.
Luke had burn
