Chapter 2Richard was awake by seven Wednesday morning. He dressed in a suit and tie, his normal attire for work, before deciding where he wanted to eat breakfast. He used the condo so rarely that he didn’t have anything in the refrigerator other than some frozen dinners in the freezer section.
He’d have to return to the house to get his car and check it for any ‘additions’ before he drove to work. First, however, he needed food in his stomach. He packed the flack vest, pistol, and holster he’d brought from work, as well as his bug and explosive detector in his carry-on bag, stored his laptop and weapons case in the well-hidden safe in his bedroom, and took off for a restaurant a block from his building.
When he finished eating, he called a cab, had it drop him off several blocks from his
