There were rumors that several cell towers in Washington, D.C. were dummy towers. I didn’t know if it was true, but it made sense with all the embassies of countries that liked to spy on one another lined up in nice rows on one street. The name of the street was even called Embassy Row.
That evening, I made my way down to 12th Street. With laptop in hand, I climbed to the top of the Federal Communications Building. I figured the FCC would be the last place to lose a connection and the strongest place to make one. It was date night, and I wasn’t taking any chances.
I watched the sun set in the capital. It was one of the prettiest sight lines in the nation. That was because of the regulations about building heights. Most believed that there was a law that restricted the heights of buildin
