Chapter 35AT LUNCH, ASHLEY asked Fritz if the president had called. He said he hadn't, but he had received a text at the end of the second period.
“Nothing, Ash. He said they were checking records, people and places.”
“Did you ask about Salzmann? Did they get a picture?”
Fritz shook his head. He told Ashley he hadn't had a chance to call. “He's busy. I'll call him later.”
“I can't believe you're not in his face. I would be.”
“Look, he's got the NSA, the FBI, the Secret Service and however many other agencies to work on this. But I have another idea.”
“What?”
“Our own search. The internet. Property locations. If we can find a picture of Richter's house before he blew it up, maybe it'll have some clues. Then we start searching for Salzmann. Between us, we can cover a lot of ground.”
