Chapter 6On the drive home, I wondered, where was Jim Dempsey these days and how I would run him down. Jim is with the FBI. He headed up the team that was chasing me around Italy, trying to get the Tesla files I had. He was also responsible for saving my life at my daughter’s wedding. He was the contact Signor Moretti knows I have in the FBI.
I arrived home just after 1:30 p.m. I entered the house and headed for the bar to make a martini. I hesitated a moment and decided against it. I think I will stop drinking martinis until after the baptism. The drinking was a little out of hand, and last weekend was proof. I have never embarrassed myself before. I grabbed a cigar from the humidor, then walked to the kitchen, grabbed some left-over chicken out of the fridge, and poured myself an ice-te
