Chapter 3: US Marshal Ken Sullivan-1
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Chapter 3: US Marshal Ken Sullivan
I let Branham drive the car we checked out of the motor pool. After all, he had a much better idea on where we were going and wasn’t dependent on GPS to get us there. The first hour of driving was urban, turning into suburbia then finally looking pretty rural. I wasn’t sure I liked the heaviness of the low hanging clouds.
“I didn’t check the weather. Are we going to get rained on?” I asked.
“The temp’s hovering a couple of degrees below freezing. It’s more likely to be snow than rain.”
“Fabulous. I forgot that Chicago ought to be considered part of the great white north.”
“I thought you were from DC.”
“I am. When it snows more than two flakes, the whole city freaks.”
Branham chuckled. “Not so much up here then.”
“When we get there, should we pay your contact a visit?”
“I’d rather leave him guessing. He’s on the twitchy side and he might tip off Ditweiller.”
“Okay, your call. You’re the one who’s familiar with him.
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