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through this thoroughly, but can you tell me what you’ve put together? Is there enough for a summary?”
    Sacker nodded. “A crowd of witnesses, and security cams to go back to and verify. But it still doesn’t make sense, even if the testimony agrees so far. Their CEO literally comes sprinting out of the building, ignoring the calls of his security team, running straight for a van or SUV. He was scheduled for meetings all day and was already late for one in the building. It’s like he went nuts. His team bolted after him, and, well, you can see what happened to them.”
    “Shots came from the vehicle?”
    “Doesn’t seem so. None of the witnesses reported seeing anything in the truck but some dark figures pulling O’Kelly inside. The shots were professional, agent Cohen,” Sacker said, looking back toward the bodies. “No evidence of misses. I mean, how often does that happen? I’d bet there were gunman positioned and waiting.”
    “We’ll have our ballistics teams here soon, and we’ll need to get all the CCTV footage from all security cameras in the area.”
    “On that. I’m point for this scene, so you’ll be talking to me.”
    Cohen smiled. She liked Sacker immediately. He was gritty yet polite, sharp with an underlying empathic feel. She hoped that she could trust him.
    “All right, we’ll work out the coordination of this investigation soon. For now, take me up to the crime scene. I want to get a look at the victims.”

    T he Capitol Police officers glared at the hulking form of Frank Miller with suspicion. Savas stood with him before the grand entrance of the Russell Senate Office Building. The stately marble, lofted steps, and the presence of twenty to thirty uniformed officers in combat gear sporting military-grade automatic weapons made an undeniable impression. He was as polite as possible.
    “Yes, special agents Savas and Miller. These are our IDs. We’re en route from New York because of an apparent coordinated abduction connected to those here.”
    A nervous officer stood several steps above them. “We have explicit instructions not to allow anyone except approved law enforcement officers into the building.”
    “We are approved law enforcement officers!” growled Miller. “We’re here by request of the agency acting on orders from the fucking president! The little headsets you're wearing with mics—try them out and contact your damn superiors.”
    Several weapons were pointed their way.
    Miller was losing his temper, as he tended to do. A decorated former soldier, he had been shot twice saving Savas’ life in the line of duty as an FBI agent. He didn’t suffer fools well, and there wasn’t much that scared the man. Which is what frightened Savas.
    “Okay, Frank, let’s just back off and wait for the red tape to unspool. There’s a lot of tension right now. We’re all on the same side.”
    They returned to their car and waited out the next half hour. Evening began to fall, and the streets were a ghost town. The Capitol had been completely locked down.
    The wall of police opened and a figure in a suit shuffled down the steps. Savas immediately recognized him—Tim Cox, Assistant Director in Charge, a lanky, bespectacled man and former Secret Service agent. The local branch had brought in the big guns on this scene. People were shook up.
    “Agent Savas,” said Cox extending his hand with a surprisingly strong grip. “Your reputation precedes you of course, but you’re a long way from home.”
    “Things are moving very fast, sir, and there hasn’t been time to coordinate investigations. But the murder of Goldman CEO Jack Craig may be tied in some fashion to Senator Heidi Moss.”
    The Assistant Director squinted. “How so?”
    “His last phone calls, minutes before his death, were to her. We paid her a visit and while nothing concrete came up, it was clear that she was under some sort of threat of some kind.”
    “And you did not bring this to the attention of my office,