Dead GPS transmitter. Keys. Wallet, dried beside my shoes. Credit cards and cash all there. In the kitchen, I cleaned up the remains of last night’s...delivered food and washed the dishes. I looked around and found the pad of paper she had used for my note. I wrote simply.“Peg, thanks for reviving me. I have to fly back to Seattle, but I’ll be thinking of you. Hugs, Dag”Some things you simply don’t put in writing. I called Jordan and he was waiting at the front door of the apartment building when. By now, Sharon and the blonde were the only two people left in the locker room, and the blonde looked over at Sharon and said, "I hate showering with all those other girls watching, don't you?!?" Not expecting any conversation, Sharon mumbled, "Uh, yeah, me too," and then looked away and continued dressing! Much to Sharon's consternation, the blonde picked up her towel and sauntered over to Sharon and extended her hand and said, "I'm Lynn James, nice to meet you!!!" Sharon automatically stuck. Never mind that it was justified, it was self-defense, the only proof of that was the recording in my pocket. If the cops came the first thing they'd do is take it away from me and I'd lose control of it. And it'd be the Capitol cops, with no training in maintaining chains of evidence, keeping things away from witnesses and so on. Would a Capitol guard—that's all they really were, guards—be ready to refuse a big Senator who demanded to see it? Especially at the request of an accused assassin. Claire was awakened suddenly by a loud banging at her door.What the..."Who's there?" she asked.There was an answer amidst the banging, but it wasn't any language Claire understood, definitely strange considering her military service as an overseas translator.Claire grabbed her old Colt M1911 from the bookshelf and tiptoed to the rattling and shaking front door. Carefully she flung open the door and stepped back. the sight before her was unbelievable...To her amazement, kneeling on the front.