CHAPTER 14
SHE LEFT GEORGETOWN University Hospital clutching at the idea of visiting St. John’s Episcopal, but her heart was not in it. She had found peace in that church after Robert died. She took a turn down M Street and got stuck in a gridlock on Connecticut Avenue. The fraying tempers and bleeping horns helped her reject the impulse to burden St. John with more of her madness. She submitted to the old man’s guidance; not a tear would be shed until Mary was safe. Referring the matter to a higher order was like casting dice for a child’s life.
Behind her, to the right, in a Capitol cab, the eye of a man was idly drawn towards her car. He had an oddly shaped head. She recalled the buddy of the Hoyas hunk at Carter’s. There would be more of them, and she had to make sure. She checked he
