Wow, she really was working her way through college.
“You go to Georgetown?”
“George Washington,” she said. She stayed there, leaning on the base of the banister, smiling helpfully. “Have you had breakfast? You want me to fix you something?”
“No, thanks, I’m fine.” I wanted to leave. No offense or anything. I fidgeted.
The awkward pause continued. I wasn’t fooling anyone. I’d even convinced myself that if I left my car in the driveway out back and used public transportation, they’d just think I was sleeping in late or something.
Finally, she sighed and said, “I can’t stop you from leaving. But Alette won’t be happy about it when she finds out you went out alone.”
Now that didn’t make me feel guilty at all. “Are you going to get in trouble if I run off?”
“No. Alette doesn’t get angry, not like that. But she’ll be disappointed.”
And no one liked to disappoint Alette.
“It won’t be long. I just want to look around. I’ll be back before she even wakes up for the evening.”
“Have a good time,” Emma said. The statement was perfunctory rather than sincere. She swung around the corner, disappearing through the door to the kitchen in the back of the house.
I felt like a heel. I went out anyway.
D.C.’s famous Metro subway didn’t run this far out, but a shuttle bus made stops between Georgetown and the nearest Metro stations. In half an hour I was in the middle of the Mall.
Then I totally, unabashedly played tourist. I couldn’t see it all in a day. I probably couldn’t see it all in a week, if I factored in museums. Fortunately, there were plenty of companies willing to take my money to drive me around on their tour buses and give me the spiel. The buses even dropped me off in front of just about every museum I could hope to visit. I saw the White House!
All morning and part of the afternoon, I ran around like a maniac seeing the highlights. As I did, I kept my eyes open, looking at the faces around me, wondering. But they were all tourists, round-eyed and cranky. I wasn’t going to find any lycanthropes among them. Not that I could scent one across the Mall anyway. They had to be somewhere, though, and I would have liked to have spotted a friendly-looking one to buy a cup of coffee for and ask what was really going on.
I was leaving the American History Museum when my cell phone rang. I just about jumped out of my skin. I’d shoved the thing in my jeans pocket and forgotten about it.
I answered it.
“Kitty?”
“Ben? Where are you?”
“I’m at the hotel. Where are you?” The lawyer had flown into town this morning on a red-eye. We’d reserved rooms at the same hotel—the place I hadn’t checked into yesterday.
“It’s a long story. We should get together.”
“I’m having a late lunch in my room. Can you get over here? I’ll order you a steak.”
“Make it rare. Thanks. See you in a few minutes.”
After a few hours of walking, I fancied I knew my way around well enough that I could find the hotel by myself, and I was pleased to no end by proving myself right.
It pays to have all the escape routes mapped out ahead of time.
The hotel was a few blocks from the Capitol, within easy reach of the office complex where the committee hearing was scheduled to take place. Ben had given me his room number, so I went right up and knocked on the door. He opened it and went back to the table, where he had a room-service tray spread out, and sat to finish his own steak.
“I suppose that’s going on the expense account,” I said, closing the door behind me. He just smiled.
The thing about Ben was he didn’t stand much on ceremony. He wore a dress shirt, untucked and unbuttoned to expose the white undershirt. He was in his thirties, rough around the edges, weathered maybe. His dirtyish blonde hair was ruffled, the hairline receding. On the bed, a briefcase sat open, a storm of papers and legal publications strewn around it. He didn’t look like much, but he worked hard.
“Nice flight?” I said.
“Yeah. Great. You look like you’ve been running all over town.”