CHAPTER ELEVEN
6:35 p.m.
The Tidal Basin – Washington, DC
“They used to call them squab,” the old white-haired man said.
Luke stood on the concrete path along the water’s edge.
It was a lovely evening, and many people were out—joggers, strollers, families. This area of downtown was among the most scenic that DC had to offer. From where Luke was, he could see the Lincoln Memorial far ahead and a little to the left. Sharply to his left, and across the basin, was the dome of the Jefferson Memorial, already lit up in blue for the night, shimmering like a magic city above the water.
It was a nice spot to meet. It had the added benefit of being a quarter of a mile from the Smithsonian Metro station. After this, Luke could drift over there and meet Gunner and Becca. Maybe. Or maybe he would
