DC By the Book

Excerpt: Coop thought the Abraham Lincoln suite on the sixth floor of The Willard was a smart choice for a wannabe congressman. Was he sending the subliminal message that he was a trustworthy straight shooter? The Willard was only one block from the White House, another nice pointer. A buff dark-haired thirtyish man in a dark blue suit, Lansford's aide, Coop supposed, answered their knock, gave the three of them an emotionless look from behind very cool aviator glasses, and, without a word, ushered them into the sitting room with its trademark Prussian-blue-and-gold color scheme. The suite was large, about the size of his condo, Coop thought, maybe fifteen hundred square feet of gracious luxury.

Excerpt: She opened her eyes and slowly turned her head to face him. She smiled. “Yeah, I’m okay. Don’t worry.” She looked around. “I’ve always love this area. Did you know your neighborhood was built in the 1920s, one of the first communities from a master plan in the country? So many beautiful properties here, you're lucky.