22. WHAT’S IN A NAME?
With the FBI gone, back in the house, I grabbed a towel, my trunks, and my goggles. With them I returned to the dock. When in doubt, swim.
The sky was overcast. In consideration of my neighbors (whom I’d never seen), while changing I covered myself with the towel. Then I thought: to hell with it and let the towel drop. With my goggles on and my swimming trunks playing piggyback on the crest of one of the two Adirondack chairs, feet first and fully naked, I plunged and started swimming.
While swimming, I mulled over the scene described in the second to last chapter. Needless to say it left me with many questions, but mainly one: Who is / was Lester Figes?
To answer that question, it helped to ask another, namely: What’s in a name? As a Senior Instructor at the Metr
