CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
Kate had forgotten how spoiled the convenience of having the bureau’s resources at her fingertips could make her feel. With just a single phone call, she was able to get the address and criminal record for Daniel Seal within ten minutes. He lived downtown, a trip that took about twenty minutes now that the afternoon rush had cleared off of the highways. Daniel Seal lived on a row of townhouses in a well-to-do neighborhood, everything standing at an equal height, and even the cars parked perfectly in front of the buildings.
As it turned out, they arrived just in time. As Kate and DeMarco were walking toward Seal’s townhouse, he came out of the front door. He was dressed in a pair of gym shorts and a dry-fit T-shirt. He carried a small gym bag in his left hand, the handle
