CHAPTER 18When CeCe heard someone pounding on the front door, she thought it might have been that damn professor who had told all those lies to the newspaper. She had instinctively grabbed her cell phone to call 911. She stopped when she heard someone shouting, “FBI. Open the door. We have a warrant to search the premises.”
She had cautiously approached the front window and was shocked to see five FBI agents in their blue FBI raid jackets standing on her front step. Some were carrying flattened corrugated boxes. Concerned about what the neighbors might think, she flung open the door and quickly ushered them all inside the foyer, peeking up and down the cul-de-sac before she stepped inside. Before she shut the door, CeCe ran her hands across the beautiful wooden door with an inlaid glass d
