He had no trouble finding a spot in a parking lot behind the site. The building wasn’t a courthouse, or even a police station or military installation, but it was where he was going to give his formal statements on the matters of the last two weeks. It looked like an ordinary office building, and maybe it was, most of the time; its identifying sign had been removed recently. Whatever it had been, today it was where the President’s Special Commissioners were meeting. Tom had already spent days answering questions; today’s exercise was a mere formality. They’d promised him that after today he could get on with his life.