“Okay, we’ve got two White House passes marked ‘Staff,’ and two wallets with CIA ID cards.” He handed one of each to Dino, who examined them.
“Looks like we clip the White House passes to our lapels. What do we do with the CIA IDs?”
“I don’t know. They’ve never given us those before,” Stone replied.
Dino clipped the White House pass to his lapel, stuck the CIA wallet in his inside pocket, and started the car. “Oh,” he said, “here’s the map from the door pocket. Keep me out of trouble.”
Stone opened the map and found Manassas, then found the White House. “First,” he said, “drive out the gate.”
Dino did so, and a minute or two later they were driving north on the interstate. “Hey,” he said, “I forgot to ask where we’re staying.”
“At the Hay-Adams,” Stone said. “Sixteenth and H Streets.”
“And how do I get there?”
“It’s across Lafayette Park from the White House.”
“And how do I get there?”
Stone consulted the map. “Straight ahead. I’ll let you know when to turn. This is your local knowledge?”
“Right. You give me directions,” Dino said, “and my local knowledge wi
ll get you there.”
3
THEY CHECKED IN, AND A BELLMAN TOOK THEM TO THE TOP floor of the hotel, thence to a pair of double doors.
“We need two doors?” Dino asked.
The bellman opened the door, and they walked into a large sitting room. Stone gave the bellman a fifty. “His room is the worst one,” he said, indicating Dino.
“They’re both very nice,” the bellman said, hesitating.
“How about the smallest bathroom?” Stone asked.
“Once again, both very nice.”
“Okay,” Stone said, pointing to the door on his right, “put my bags in that one.”
Dino went and opened the door to his room. “Can we manage this on five hundred per diem?”
Stone shook his head. “I’m splurging. It’s the first time I’ve spent any of Arrington’s bequest. You can chip in half your per diem.”
“Deal,” Dino said, walking into his room. The bellman followed with his bags.
Stone went into his room, unpacked his bags, and put things in dresser drawers. He grabbed a handful of things on hangers and gave them to the bellman. “Pressed and back in an hour?”
“Better make it an hour and a half,” the man said. “You’ve got a lot of stuff here.”
Dino added some things to his burden, and the man left. Dino walked over to a set of French doors and opened them. “Wow,” he said.
“Wow what?”
“Come out here and look at this.”
Stone walked out and found himself on a terrace, nicely furnished. Then he looked out over op|Lafayette Park and saw the White House, neatly framed by trees. “Wow,” he said.