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Napa, California—November 12, 2010Later that morning, after the phone call to Mindy, I spot someone outside creeping around the corner and along the far side of the house. A dark, suspicious, foreign-looking guy…He almost looks like he could be a Pashtun…Al Qaeda? Or Taliban? Someone sent here to neutralize me?
Jesus!
I slip off my belt, and ease out through the sliding door on that side of the house. Then I sneak up behind the Pashtun agent, and slip my belt over his head, bracing my knee into his back and jerking it tight around his neck. He struggles, but I’m pulling back stoutly. I’ve got him secured!
He slides down to his knees, making strangling sounds, and I ease up slightly, forcing his head and face to bang solidly against the concrete walk—
“Rob! Rob!” someone is shoutin
