The Old Man looked out the window. The sun was going down. "Someone
wants to see you. He's been waiting for Kellner to finish with you. We
leave tonight."
"For where?" I didn't like this running around. "Who's 'he'?"
"For Washington. You'll see who it is."
Washington, more than just a sleeper jump away. Washington? Oh, oh....
Well, let's get it over with. We did. We left for the capital that
night.
We slipped in the back door, or what passed for the back door. Pretty
elaborate layout, the White House. Our footsteps rang as hollow as my
heart on the shiny waxed floors.