Chapter One
Tuesday, September 7th, 2010, 11:24 p.m.
Washington, D.C.
"Okay, Commander," Boyle said. "We're clear."
Steve Day stepped out into the muggy autumn night from
the cooler air-conditioned restaurant, surrounded still by the
wonderful odors of exquisite Italian cooking. Already on
the sidewalk, Boyle, Day's chief bodyguard, spoke into his
link. The limo was there, but Boyle was a very careful
young man, one of the FBI's finest. Only after he spoke
did the limo's electrically locked rear door click open. The
whole time, Boyle looked everywhere but at Day.
Day nodded at the driver, the new guy. Larry? Lou?
Something like that. As he slid across the cloned-leather
seat, he was feeling pretty good. Nothing like a seven-course
meal and three kinds of excellent wine to put a man
in a good mood. Umberto's was new, but it was at least a
four-star eatery—or would be as soon as somebody got
around to ranking it, though Day hoped that wouldn't be
anytime soon. It never failed. As soon as he found a new
out-of-the-way place with decent food, it was quickly
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