Chapter 2
Arlington, VA12 November 2010
Ian
THE RINGING OF my cell phone snapped me back to the present.
“Hello,” I said.
“It’s me,” Randy said.
“Hello, Me.”
“Funny man,” he said.
“Where are you?”
“Heading for the Metro station.”
“I haven’t been in the kitchen yet to start our supper.”
“Don’t,” he said. “Can you meet me at Dupont Circle? I’ve got a hankering for Greek food.”
“You don’t want to stop by the house and change?”
“I’m kind of hungry and don’t want to waste that much time,” he said.
“Then I’ll see you there.”
I placed the photo on our flatbed scanner, generated a digital image of it, slipped the photo back into the FedEx envelope, and put the FedEx envelope into a slim briefcase. Carrying the briefcase with me, I carefully locked the safe room door and went upstair
