About the book: 1934 / It was Monday, a little after eight o'clock in the evening. Chick Moffett, before leaving the apartment, as if saying goodbye, put his hand on the heating radiator. He was cold. It was late April, and in Washington, that meant spring had done its due diligence and was now about to head further north. The most desperate boys dived into the waters of the Potomac; the petals of beautiful cherry blossoms, forgotten by everyone, withered on the green lawns, and in the Department of the Navy, white clothing became mandatory for outdoor work.