Ethel stopped the treadmill when she heard her cell phone ring. A glance at the exercise machine’s odometer showed she’d only gone one mile of her targeted two.

Despite her lack of sleep, she’d risen early to get her workout done before the day brought new surprises. The call at six fifteen promised to be the first. It certainly wouldn’t be someone wishing her a good morning.

She recognized Mancini’s number. “Frank. What is it?”

“Another dead Secret Service agent. This one’s Trevor Norwood. Do you remember the name?”

“The agent that Bradshaw said headed the team on the New York counterfeit bust.”

“The same. One of our night patrols found him at Roosevelt Island.”

“Roosevelt Island? But that’s in the District. And as a national park, the rangers have jurisdiction.”

“Yes, but the parking lot is in Virginia, and our guys caught sight of a vehicle from the G.W. Parkway.”

“When was this?”

“A little before four. It was a black Tahoe and must have circumnavigated the gate. Rather than bother the park service, they thought they’d check it out in case it was just an abandoned vehicle. Norwood was dead in the driver’s seat, a gunshot wound to his left temple.”

“Left-handed?”

“To be confirmed. The patrol team called me, and I called Cory. I’ve just left the scene where he’s wresting control away from the rangers.”

Ethel walked to the weight bench and sat. “So, this is a courtesy call to me?”

“If you want to call it that. I consider it living up to our bargain to share information.”

“Thanks, Frank. Sounds like the Tahoe could be the vehicle Jesse saw driving away from Finch’s murder.”

“Could be,” Mancini agreed. “But the real tie-in is what they found on the floor of the passenger’s seat.”

“A written confession?”

“Better than that. Two gym bags, one filled with bogus bills and the other filled with the mix of bills and newspapers that was stolen from your house. Trevor Norwood was a trained agent. He could have knocked Jesse out with one hand while holding a drink in the other.”

“Where are you now?”

“Heading back to the department to write up a report. My case is still the attack on Jesse.”

“What would you say to my fixing you fresh coffee and a ham-and-cheese omelet?”

“Ethel, I thought you’d never ask.” He disconnected.

Ethel stood up quickly, then felt the room swim. She sat down hard, her knees weak and her head tingling. Had she gotten up too fast or stopped her workout too abruptly and her body hadn’t reset? I’m not a girl of eighteen. She took some deep breaths, and the dizziness passed.