Chapter 15
Mother and Father were staying at the house in Chevy Chase, and Quinton and I spent Friday with them. Father would have preferred trying to find someone who could help, but he knew better than to interfere. Quinton challenged him to a game of chess, and I took Mother shopping.
“Do I really strike you as the sort of woman who can be distracted by clothes when my son could well be dead?”
“Not in the least, Mother, but I thought it would help pass the time.”
“Would you…would you mind stopping by St. Joshua’s?”
“Of course not.” The little chapel was dedicated to the patron saint of spies and intelligence agents. I found parking a block or so away, and we walked to the stonework building.
It would be empty at this time of day, but the doors were unlocked, so we entered, and she
