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In the morning sun, nothing seemed as bleak as it had the previous night talking with Kyle. Good old Cool Mac. With Kyle busying for the morning’s graduation ceremony, Cade drove back by the Bella Café only to find they weren’t open for breakfast. He grabbed a bite to eat at a little place at the corner of Potomac and Broadway and then headed over to the FBI auditorium. Parking was tight, but once inside the auditorium, Cade had no trouble finding a seat. The auditorium held exactly one thousand and one people. Apparently, J. Edgar Hoover had specified when it was built that it was to accommodate “over one thousand people.”
Cade sat as close to the front as he could get. Not only did he want to see Kyle walk across the stage to receive his badge and credentials, but the stage of the a
