Chapter 7The Gentleman and the Rogue
As I drove back to DC from Shaw’s funeral, I found the traffic on the Beltway surprisingly light. It was a good thing, because I was so distracted by my confrontation with Quinton Mann that I wasn’t paying as much attention to road conditions as I should have been.
How the f**k had Mann figured I was the one who’d interviewed his mother under the guise of being an old school friend of his?
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It was to commemorate the class of ‘83, I told his mother when I called to set up the interview.
“You’re doing this more than a year in advance?”
“Yes. We want to do it properly.”
“And you said your name was Harriman Patterson?”
“Yes, Mrs. Mann.” What sane parent named his kid “Harriman”? Unless he wanted the kid to learn how to kick ass early? “Althou
