Dusk was falling, shadows creeping across the city as Kendall pulled into a parking spot in front of the Perry Realty Company on Duke Street, not far from city hall. Ashley Gonzalez met Harrison and Kendall at the front door and ushered them into a small, but well-appointed reception area containing several plush chairs and a single desk. After introducing herself, she slid into the desk chair as the two CIA officers moved behind her.
She had already pulled up the recent sales and rental agreements Sandy Perry had arranged over the last month, and had them sorted by type of property. She scrolled down to the warehouse section, where three buildings were listed. All were in Alexandria, and one was purchased while two were rented.
“Do you know who the buyer or renter is for each one?” Harrison asked.
“Certainly,” Ashley replied. She clicked on each entry, which expanded them to show the details.
One was purchased by a woman, which temporarily ruled that one out, while the other two buildings were rented by men, neither of whose names Harrison recognized: Jim Patton and David Morrell.
“Do you know when she signed those two rental agreements?”
Mixell hadn’t been in the country for long, and assuming he evaluated the property in person before signing the rental agreement, there was a narrow window to work with.
“Let me check the paperwork,” Ashley replied.
She navigated through the computer’s file directory, opening the rental agreements for the two properties in question. The first had been signed two weeks ago, well before Mixell had returned to America. The second date, however, fit perfectly. It was signed the same day Mixell had flown into Dulles.
“That’s it,” Kendall said, who pulled up the map app on her phone and typed in the address. “Just a few blocks away.”