The Intern: Chasing Murderers, Hookers, and Senators Across DC Wasn't In The Job Description by Dale Wiley

Author:Dale Wiley [Wiley, Dale]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Vesuvian Books
Published: 2016-04-18T16:00:00+00:00

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Seventeen

The drive took about half an hour. My first order of business was to take the gun out of the small of my back and put it in the backpack. It was very uncomfortable, and I saw no reason for taking the chance of getting my rear blown off while we were crossing Memorial Bridge.

We didn’t talk, but the silence wasn’t forced. She had plenty to think about, and so did I. This was the first time I really had reflected on everything, and I was glad to have a chance.

I had been on the brink of absolute terror for a day now. I realized that once you got there you almost got used to it; the excitement and adrenaline almost made up for the fear that had been with me constantly. Every car held a madman or a policeman, and every sound was ominous. Even now, when all I had to do was think, I could barely keep my heart from racing.

When you get on that adrenaline high, you start to believe you’re invincible. That’s probably why most everyone gets caught; they forget all about caution, both because they need more excitement and they believe they can’t or won’t be caught. I was definitely beginning to think like that, and that scared me as much as anything else.

I also spent a good deal of time trying to learn more about Tabitha from her back seat. For someone with a high-paying job, her car was just okay. She had a very sorry-looking blanket spread out with all kinds of junk on top of it: one parking ticket—I wondered how far she was from The Boot—two empty vitamin bottles, and a well-worn Orioles cap, the old style with the goofy, smiling bird on it. Her car could’ve belonged to anyone, and that got me nowhere.

Under one corner of the blanket, there was a small bulge I didn’t know at first. I reached down and uncovered it, and there lay a book about angels, the kind I would’ve never expected her to have. I opened it to the first page, and there someone had written, T—I hope this book and a few angels will help you through all of this … Love, S.

“Did Stephanie give you this book?”

“Are you snooping?”

“I guess I am.”

“Yeah, she did. Just after she found out. I look at it a lot.”

I liked Stephanie even more than before, if that was possible.

Tabitha occasionally consulted a map in the front seat and made comments which weren’t really meant for me, almost like she had forgotten I was even there. Finally, she whispered, “Look to your right. It’s the gray house.” She cruised by slowly, like something out of a movie, while I peeked out and saw our target.

We both knew we didn’t want to park too close to the house; there are a surprising number of people who have little else to do except look out their windows and worry about strangers. Tabitha searched for a place to park and made me lie back down while she did it.

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