“And what do you think you will find there?”
“If the Chopin is any clue, it’ll be breathtaking. I can’t even imagine.”
Middleton glanced at his watch. It was after midnight. Still, this was Northwest D.C., a yuppie oasis in the city that often sleeps. “Will you join me for a drink? I know a bar that’s got some good Polish vodka.”
The inspector smiled, sadly. “I think not. I’m tired. My job is done here. I leave tomorrow. And I must get up early to say farewell to someone. Maybe you know where this is?”
He showed Middleton a piece of paper with the address of a cemetery in Alexandria, Virginia.
“Sure, I can give you directions. But tell you what…How about if we go together? I’ll drive.”
“You would not mind?”
“Jozef, my friend, it would be an honor.”