Chapter 34JANE LEFT before dawn. The president had sent a plane. Ashley was at Fritz's door a little after seven, a bag in hand. Ashley sliced a bagel for each of them, popped them in the toaster, and wiped the crumbs into the sink.
“You're up and annoying early,” said Fritz. “Any news?”
“Yup.”
“What?”
“Jane was up most of the night looking at info about the tailor. The suits are hand-sewn from custom-made wool. $5,000 each. Minimum. She said the president wants her to go to London.”
“You've seen her when she charms men. They'll tell her anything she wants to know.”
“Fritz, do you get the same feeling I do, that we're in over our heads. That we don't belong.” The toaster popped.
In answer, Fritz handed his stack of pads to Ashley, with Why? on the top. He spread them out and went fr
