CHAPTER TWENTY NINE
6:25 a.m.
Union Station, Washington, DC
Luke sat at a table near the towering great hall of the train station, a cup of coffee in his hand. He studied the cup. It was blue with Greek columns on it. He must have held this exact cup in his hand one million times. The station was just coming to life, early commuters arriving on the first or second trains of the day.
There was an ongoing disaster in Charleston, but here in DC, people were getting ready to go about their daily business. Luke didn’t want to think about it.
He had left Trudy’s place before sunrise. She was deep asleep, her hair tousled, her beautiful body half-covered by a green fuzzy blanket.
Luke hadn’t slept at all.
As he watched, an old man arrived at a high-backed shoeshine chair along the concours
