CHAPTER 92
Eddie Johns was at Kathy’s Kafé before them. He looked like any normal though incredibly fit Washingtonite. Button-down white shirt, worn two buttons open. Cuffs rolled up. Tailored slacks and brown leather shoes. He blended right into the background except for the smile he aimed in her and Betsy’s direction. It was a great smile, what had first attracted Lindsey back in high school.
His short hair was still so dark it was nearly black. His face still ruggedly handsome as it had been on a young Crazy Eddie. Only conscious effort kept Lindsey from checking the set of her jacket. She slid in across the table as the four-man protection detail spread out across the empty dining room: two front, one by the side entrance, and one back by the kitchen where she assumed Kathy was discr
