I made my usual morning swing by Dunkin’ Donuts for a cranberry-orange muffin, a caramel latte and a Diet Coke from the refrigerator cooler. Once at the office, I munched on the muffin while sorting through the emails Jay and Ken had sent me on Darren Greening. I methodically eliminated all emails containing identical information and when I was finished, I was pleased that my employees had done such a thorough job. I had boatloads of stuff to review. Before I delved deeper into that, there was something else I wanted to do first. I hauled out the shoebox Finn had found at Darren’s apartment with my initials on top and set aside the transcripts from Georgetown for later. I started to go through the box, carefully cataloguing each item on a piece of paper. I took out the first item and scrawled on the paper, high school ring, sapphire. A close inspection of the engraving indicated that Darren had gone to Thomas Jefferson High School for Science and Technology in Alexandria, Virginia—just a hop, skip and a jump from where I sat in Crystal City.
