Deception Point
Chapter One
Toulos Restaurant, adjacent to Capitol Hill, boasts a
politically incorrect menu of baby veal and horse carpaccio,
making it an ironic hotspot for the quintessential
Washingtonian power breakfast. This morning Toulos was busy - a
cacophony of clanking silverware, espresso machines, and
cellphone conversations.
The maitre d' was sneaking a sip of his morning Bloody Mary
when the woman entered. He turned with a practiced smile.
"Good morning," he said. "May I help you?"
The woman was attractive, in her mid-thirties, wearing gray,
pleated flannel pants, conservative flats, and an ivory Laura
Ashley blouse. Her posture was straight - chin raised ever so
slightly - not arrogant, just strong. The woman's hair was
light brown and fashioned in Washington's most popular style
- the "anchorwoman" - a lush feathering, curled under at the
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