The Fugitive by John Grisham

boy looked about the same age as Theo and was dressed like a student, complete with a backpack and an earring. And the sixth one had hair as long as Ike’s and looked about as rough. Frye looked like he’d just played a round of golf.
    They were all very friendly and seemed amused to be working with a thirteen-year-old kid. Theo was overwhelmed and struggled to keep from grinning like a goofy idiot. The agents were sitting casually around the room. A sofa was covered with jerseys and caps. Daniel Frye said, “Okay, Theo, first things first. What’s your favorite sports team?”
    â€œUh, the Minnesota Twins.”
    Frye frowned, as did a few of the others. “That’s kind of odd. You’re not from Minnesota. Why the Twins?”
    â€œBecause nobody else in Strattenburg pulls for the Twins.”
    â€œFair enough. Problem is, we don’t have any Twins stuff.” Frye sort of waved his hand over their collection on the sofa.
    â€œGot any Yankee stuff?” Ike asked.
    Theo shot back, “I don’t do Yankees,” and got a few laughs.
    â€œOkay,” Frye said. “What about the Redskins?”
    â€œI’d rather not,” Theo said. More laughs.
    â€œNationals?”
    â€œSure, I like the Nationals.”
    â€œGreat. Now we’re getting somewhere. We’ll put you in that red Nationals jersey with a matching cap.”
    â€œNo cap,” Theo said.
    â€œWell, excuse me. But we think you should wear a cap of some sort, part of a disguise.”
    â€œOkay, sure, but not a Nationals cap. I have one of my own.”
    â€œOkay, okay. We’ll look at it in a minute. Now, if we can proceed, here’s the plan.” One wall was covered with a huge map of central DC and above it was a row of enlarged photos, all of Mr. Duffy. Frye stepped to the wall and pointed to a spot labeled MARRIOTT . “We’re here. The Metro Center Station is just around the corner. That’s where you got on last Thursday, right?”
    â€œYes, sir.”
    â€œAnd Duffy was already on the train, right?”
    â€œYes, sir.”
    â€œBy the way we’ll use a code name for him. It’s Cowboy.”
    â€œI don’t like the Cowboys, either,” Theo said. More laughs.
    â€œWell, who do you like? What’s your favorite football team.”
    â€œGreen Bay Packers.”
    â€œOkay, we’ll use Packer. Does that suit everybody?” Frye looked at his team. Everyone shrugged. Who really cared what they called him? Frye continued, “Good. We’re making a lot of progress here. At four o’clock you and Mr. Boone will ride the subway up to Union Station and catch the four thirty-eight coming back this way. Theo will be in the third car, Mr. Boone in the fourth. We will have people in all the cars, and there will always be an agent within ten feet of you, Theo. At four thirty you and Mr. Boone will be hanging around the Judiciary Square Station, waiting on the train and watching the crowd.” Frye was pointing to the map as he spoke. “You’ll get back on the train at that point and ride here to the Metro Center. If you see nothing, you’ll ride to the Farragut North Station, switch cars, and ride all the way to the Tenleytown Station. At that point you’ll get off and hang around there for half an hour. That’s where Packer made his exit last week. We thoroughly covered this route on Tuesday and Wednesday, saw nothing of course, and, frankly, right now we’re just praying for a miracle.”
    â€œHow do we communicate?” Ike asked.
    â€œOh, we have lots of toys, Mr. Boone.”
    â€œCan I go by Ike?”
    â€œSure. Makes it easier.” Frye stepped to a small table that was covered with gadgets. He picked one up. “Looks like your typical smart phone, right?” he said. “But it’s really a two-way radio. Plug in the earphones, and you and Theo will look exactly like a