CHAPTER TWENTY SIX
June 12th
3:15 a.m.
Georgetown, Washington, DC
The taxi dropped him off in front of a row of handsome brownstones. The tree-lined streets were quiet and empty. They seemed to shimmer in the light from the ornate overhead lamps. Luke paid the driver and got out. As the cab pulled away, he stood for a moment, deciding what to do.
Oh, well. He was nothing if not decisive.
The shades were drawn, but lights were clearly on in the street-level apartment of the building nearest to him. He climbed the wide stone steps on unsteady legs.
Luke had flown back to DC in a twenty-seat Lear normally used by Virgin Atlantic executives. It had been donated to the cause, and it came complete with a wet bar and a flight attendant. Luke was all alone on the plane. The flight attendant
