Chapter Ten
Men in black! I thought. I’ve got a couple of real live MIBs in my house!
I didn’t know whether I should be completely freaked out…or possibly more than a little excited. Sort of like UFOs, men in black were the kind of thing whose existence you doubted until you saw them in the flesh.
They certainly looked solid enough as they stood on the Navajo rug in my living room and regarded me with a notable lack of expression. Some people claimed the MIBs weren’t human at all, but some sort of extraterrestrial clean-up squad. These two looked like ordinary men, though.
Scratch that. They didn’t look like ordinary men. They looked like ordinary government agents.
They could have been anywhere between thirty-five and forty-five, both Caucasian, one slightly darker-haired than the ot
