CHAPTER 6February 12
Monday, 4:00 p.m.
The drive to Alexandria normally took a little over forty minutes, but the day’s weather increased the trip to an hour. Frank looked up at the soaring, glass face of the apartment complex that overlooked the Potomac. It matched the address given in the company’s directory for Selma Green, the pilot’s widow. He had to park several blocks away and walk against a tearing, frigid wind that lashed around buildings and picked up loose grit and trash, sending them stinging into his face and tinkling against the peripheral chain-link fence.
He explained to a bored security guard at the front desk that he wanted to see Selma Green, and he showed the guard his business card. The guard nodded and asked for more identification, so Frank showed him his driver’s
