CHAPTER THIRTY NINE
6:15 p.m. Eastern Daylight Time
Georgetown
Washington, DC
When you were Wallace Speck, the long days never ended. They just got longer.
He sat in the living room of Lawrence Keller’s apartment in Georgetown, half-awake on the man’s couch. In his right hand, he held a 9mm Beretta, with a long sound suppressor attached. It was a good one, as silencers went. He liked to think of it as the Sound of One Hand Clapping.
He glanced around the apartment. It really was a charming place. Victorian-era rooms, polished hardwood floors, high ceilings, very tall windows. An old, ornate radiator in the corner. The furniture was mid-century Design Within Reach. Speck recognized a few of the pieces from the catalog. He was a fan.
The bathroom was a well-done encounter between the
