THE ONLY THING anybody seems to share very readily in Washington these days is trouble. Andy could hardly argue with the commander from on high, though. I dutifully accompanied Ger Steadly up the street to 1600 Pennsylvania Avenue. Ask not what i can do for my country.
The White House was only a short jaunt from the Willard Hotel. Despite the relative performance of some of the recent occupants, the White House continues to the cast its spell over a lot of people, including him. He had been inside only twice, on canned guided tours with his kids, but even they had ben larger-than-life and moving. He almost wished Damon an Jannie could be with him.
They were quickly passed through the blue-canopied guardhouse on the West Executive Drive. Agent Steadly was allowed to park his car in the garage under the White House. He seemed modestly proud of the perk. He explained that the garage was still considered to be a primary bomb shelter, but also an escape route in case of an attack.
"Good to know," Andy said and smiled. Steadly smiled back. It was forced conviviality, but at least we were both making an effort.
"I'm sure you're curious as to why you've been asked to come. I would be."
"I don't think I've been invited to tea," Andy said stiffly, "But, yes, I'm very curious."
"The reason is the Soneji and Casanova cases," Steadly explained to him as they took an elevator one flight up from the garage. "Your reputation precedes you here. You're aware that the FBI has never captured a single serial killer , for all their expertise? We want you on the team."
