CHAPTER FOUR
Lexa put her head down and pushed into the wind. The storm that had turned Vincenzo Rohr’s hospital room into a gloomy cave earlier in the day had passed, but the wind still whipped at the trees and the air held a damp chill. When would spring start?
The apartment she shared with two other residents was in a building only a few blocks from the Metro. Washington was one of those cities where owning a car could be more of a hindrance than a help. Traffic was nearly always snarled, parking was expensive, and the Metro was clean and safe and convenient if you planned your life well. Lexa was nothing if not a planner. Still, these few blocks at this time of night and in this weather compounded the weariness that was an everyday reality for residents.
She distracted herself from
