When she walked into the dim and dark-wooded landmark, wearing old jeans and whatever she had thrown on when she received Ben’s call, she felt even more stupid than when she made the call to Richard in the first place. Worse, in the wee hours of Friday morning, the place was packed with Georgetown’s nightlife, a mix of locals, attractive partygoers, and power brokers. Installed in a corner booth, Richard Severance could easily pass as any of the three. He wore a dark suit and jacket over a crisp white shirt with no tie and his ever-present impish grin, seemingly amused by the crowd around him. He chatted with a table of four in the next booth. Watching him, Lindsay had to concede the man was handsome for his age, whatever it may be. For any age, for that matter. She slid into his booth. Ben slid in after her, scrubbed clean of blood and sporting a fresh T-shirt and an oversize National Zoo sweatshirt. “Thanks for meeting us,” she said. “Don’t thank me yet.” Richard signaled a waitress, who hurried over and addressed him as Mr.
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