No sooner had I put the phone back in my pocket, it rang again. This time, Lt. Gomez was checking in on me.
Because he was in Afghanistan, it saved me from having a long conversation. I assured him I was fine and working on settling my estates. And, yes, I was taking my medicine. I did not mention I was in San Diego for fear he would insist I check in with old friends at the base—or call them and have them check on me. I also did not mention the attempt on my life.
When I returned to the house, I fired up Alicia's computer. Having never worked with VINs before, I was not sure what to do. So I simply typed the VIN into Google. Immediately, it came up with several sites identifying the make, model, and color of the pickup. Naturally, these sites required me to pay a small fee to get a full
