They tell me nothing
Johnson took the folder from me after I identified Rosalie in the picture. "So, what's the deal with her?"
"It's not for me to say, Tony," he said, putting the folder into his desk. "Suffice it to say that she's on a lot of people's dance cards. FBI, Interpol, CIA, several police departments, and those are just the legal entities. Half of the underworld seems to be interested in her as well, as you could see by the guys who picked you up. My guess is that you're going to have a lot of people interested in talking to you about her in the near future."
"Oh, that's just great," I said. "Detective Johnson, I met her in a bar. I lent her a cigarette. We had dinner together a couple of times. Pizza and beer. I sold her a bottle of wine. We...well you know what we did. I don't have anything to do with her other than that. And now, all of a sudden, I'm in trouble because of her?"
"Afraid so, brother."
"Well, that blows monkeys," I said. I lit a cigarette and blew the smoke out of my nostrils. "I didn't do shit!"
"I know, Tony. Just calm down."
"Why should I? It's my ass on the line, and I have no clue as to why. Someone damn well better tell me what's going on."
"All in due time. Hey, they're not even telling me what's going on. I'm in the same position that you are." I glared at him. "OK, maybe I'm not in any kind of danger, but I know how you feel."
I sat back in my chair. "So, what am I supposed to do? Stay in my house all the time? Be a sitting duck for whoever the hell wants a piece of her?"
"Calm down, brother. We may have to move you for a while..."
"Put you someplace safe."
"For how long?"
"For as long as it takes to find her."
"Oh, great. So, I spend my Christmas away from my mom and my brother? I don't get to see Kate again until Rosalie Jakubauskas somehow finds her way into the hands of the FBI? And I'm not entitled to an explanation of what's going on until all of this comes to some sort of conclusion? That sounds like a great deal." I leaned forward in my chair. "I'm not going anywhere unless it's Hawaii."
He laughed. "That could be arranged."
Hm! "Are you serious?"
"I don't know. You'd have to talk to the feds about that."
"So, when do I talk to the feds?"
"Right now," he said. He pointed behind me. I turned and saw two men in nearly identical blue suits, white shirts and dark ties.
"Mr. Reardon, I'm Agent Kennedy, this is Agent Spilotro," the lighter haired agent said. "Would you mind coming with us? We need to talk."
"Gee, where have I heard that before?" I said to Detective Johnson as I stood and followed the two men to an interview room.
I'm in class all day tomorrow. They're actually giving me training and getting me out of the house. Oh joy, oh thrill.
The review went well on Friday. I'm still doing my job well, and they want me to keep doing it for a while longer.
Mary gave me a massage today at the clinic, to help her dispose of her hours. She needs to complete 60 hours of massages in the clinic by the middle of December (when she graduates). So far, after two weeks, she's got 7 1/2. She's right on target.
Aside from that, I'm listening to lots of music, getting ideas for things to play.