Chapter 75

Eric Jameson—

Dammit. Mark had told me about it when it happened, but I didn’t expect anyone, least of all DB, to bring it to my attention.

And considering DB’s age, why was he reading the obituaries? I kept my expression bland and resumed reading.

Eric Jameson, 38, suddenly. A native of Washington, DC, he worked for the CIA from the time of his graduation from George Washington University in 1987 until he left to pursue his options in the private sector in 2002. He was predeceased by his parents, Elizabeth and Bernard Jameson, and is survived by his brothers Bernard, Jr. (Christine) and Andrew (Samantha), his sisters Beatrix (John) Merrill and Isabelle (Forest) Pollard, and numerous nieces, nephews, and cousins. Services will be held privately for the family.

“Thirty-eight, hmm? Am I safe in assuming he didn’t die of natural causes?” I couldn’t reveal I was already aware of what had happened to Jameson.

“Would you believe he got hit by a fucking bus?”

“Seriously?”