Chapter 14
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Six days and dozens of interviews later, we were in DC. I have to admit, it hit me pretty hard when I finally saw the place. A disorienting combination of sadness and anxiety, regretful memories, vague fears. As I walked through the airport hallways, I remembered Duffy, giving me grief about some minor flaw of mine on our way back from Chicago. I don’t even remember what we were doing in Chicago, but I remember his words: “You’ll be the death of me, Holder.”
How right he was. He didn’t know it at the time and neither did I, but I would eventually and quite literally be the death of him. I hid Father’s protégé Jackie Cole in my own apartment, protecting her from her enemies in Ultima Thule and from the FBI at the same time. She was only working me, and by the time I f
