CHAPTER 18
THE ANACOSTIA ASYLUM for the Criminally Insane looked like an unstaffed warehouse. She stood in the shadows on the far side of the street, keeping away from the cameras. This was not a good neighborhood.
Watching the illuminated entrance, the golden green expanse of armored glass glittered in her eyes. There was no turning back. Not with her daughter in there. Trusting her safety to agent Smith and his amateurs could only be negligent although the thought was hard to purge. He had offered his own life rather than take hers. Love was a weakness threatening to split her again. There was great strength in love. She shook her head slowly as she walked in the shadows, turning into the next street to the left of the large concrete building.
Behind a row of heavy hydraulic traffic B
