Brannigan observed Agent Nehnja approach him inside Inova Fairfax Hospital and glanced at his chronograph Citizen. “You get lost in Arizona or take the Pony Express home?” A travel-weary Paulan rolled his eyes. “My flight was delayed. Twice. I got back as fast as I could.” “We caught a break from the Jenkins’ wiretap. A recent conversation with Marvin Tibbs...

Brannigan drove his rented Camry under moonlit skies above the Anacostia River in Washington, D.C. while Paulan rode shotgun with a large cherry Slurpee in one hand and his phone with the navigation on in the other. Paulan sucked on his straw hard enough to collapse it. “Take a right at the light, then go left at the next intersection.”...