Chapter 7
Protective custody turned out to be sharing a fifty-year-old, three-bedroom brick ranch in Dunning, with a pair of agents Eli immediately dubbed Batman and Robin. Neither seemed pleased with the nickname. Jarrett didn’t really care whose feelings got hurt if he could just get some decent sleep.
The safe house seemed like the ideal place for that. Dunning was both starkly middle-class and intensely quiet. Nobody looking at the yellow brick façade would ever think it hid away murder witnesses. The finished basement was off-limits, apparently housed with whatever equipment the FBI deemed important, but he and Eli were each given a room, decorated comfortably in utilitarian chic with flowered bedspreads, new pillows, and blackout blinds.
In spite of the Leave It to Beaver vibe, Ja
