Chapter 4

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Arlington, VA12 November 2010

Ian

THE RINGING OF my cell phone snapped me back to the present.

“Hello,” I said.

“It’s me,” Randy said.

“Hello, Me.”

“Funny man,” he said.

“Where are you?”

“Heading for the Metro station.”

“I haven’t been in the kitchen yet to start our supper.”

“Don’t,” he said. “Can you meet me at Dupont Circle? I’ve got a hankering for Greek food.”

“You don’t want to stop by the house and change?”

“I’m kind of hungry and don’t want to waste that much time,” he said.

“Then I’ll see you there.”