Maggie felt so gleeful, she forgot how hungry she was. How often did the gods of journalism smile twice in the same day? Where was she going to put all her Pulitzers? She needed to give serious thought to having some extra shelves built into her office. But she really didn’t want to get ahead of herself.

A moment later she had her phone in hand as she called the Sisters to report in.

The temporary tenants in Apartment 809 at the Watergate were sitting around the dining room table grumbling among themselves. Harry looked so glum that Yoko was patting him on the shoulder and whispering soothing words of comfort.

“Stop being such a nebbish, Harry. Your people are warriors, not spies. You told them to watch and report in. You didn’t tell them to break in or start World War III. I really don’t see blame here. I say we should be thankful Snowden was on the scene and knows how this crap goes down. It’s what he does for a living. We’re just fringe players.”

“Jack’s right,” Annie said. “As soon as Mr. Snowden reports in, we move. Are we all agreed?”

Every hand in the room shot upward.

Myra twirled her chair around, and said, “That was Maggie. She really had some interesting information. I’ll get to that in a minute. She wants us to turn on the computer. She sent us a mock-up of the morning paper. She said—and this is a direct quote—‘I hope you all pee in your pants when you see it.’ End of quote.”

The group got up as one and ran to the bedroom, where Nikki booted up the computer.

“Would you look at that!” Kathryn marveled.

Nine pairs of eyes stared at the bold black headline that read:

DO YOU KNOW WHERE SARA BRICKMAN AND DENNIS CARSON ARE?

Underneath the headline it read:

If the answer is no, do you know people with the following names? Those are among the aliases Brickman and Carson used in their identity theft of thousands of people, possibly people only you, Post readers, can identify.

“Check that out!” Nikki said. “Six columns straight across the page and above the fold. The Post’s switchboard is going to blow up when the paper hits the street. You know there are people out there who knew those two under one of the aliases they used. Good God, there must be close to four hundred names there! The AP will pick it up, and the whole East Coast will be on red alert. Maggie kept her word and thanked Damon Finn of Chase for his invaluable help when the Post called upon him. This is beyond clever!”

Jack poked Harry in the arm. “See! I told you that you weren’t the only one whose identity was stolen. None of them were as lucky as you either.”