The NYPD database had led them to a discreet and wealthy DC neighborhood. Xavi started the van, and they burbled along immaculate roads on a cloud of blue smoke. The houses grew larger and more ornate, the gardens deeper and wider until it was more countryside than suburban quarter. A light drizzle started; the wipers squeaked across the windshield, blurring rather than clearing. The road dwindled to a small tarmac strip that ended in a featureless ten-foot-high brick wall.