"Should I pick you up?" Rick asked. "The traffic down here in rush hour is horrible. It's not worth it. I'll just take an L bus." Eve turned and considered the brick walls and glass doors of the squared-off building on 16th Street. "Plus, I don't know when I'll be getting out. The saying is that 'the lights never go out at Marsden Angle' because someone is always working. Usually, some desperate associate." She turned and gave Rick a smile, "And now, one desperate paralegal." She slammed the bus door shut and turned to walk into the building. Rick thought that no one else would notice the slight touches as she made sure her clothes were exactly right or the way she re-gripped her leather briefcase just a bit tighter as she opened the door. The VW chugged away from the curb and slowly picked up speed, just making second gear before he hauled the flat steering wheel around to turn onto H Street. Across Lafayette Park, about a hundred demonstrators were outside the White House. A quick glance told Rick that the protesters were vets, but their signs were about missing benefits, not stopping the war.
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