STEPHANIE MAINZ
“I was barefoot and stuck on the highway for over an hour. It’s freezing out there. Nobody would pick me up until that cab driver happened by. He’s still out front and wants his money, and you’re paying him because I can’t.”
Stephanie Mainz shivered and hugged herself against the cold as she faced FBI Special Agent Tomma Wynder in the main hallway of the FBI Building in Washington, D.C. Surprisingly, she felt more of a chill inside the stark building than she had outside.
Agent Wynder took her by the arm and pulled her into a warm office. “Why are you here, Ms. Mainz? Have you contacted the police?” She directed Stephanie to take the wooden chair in front of a desk. Stephanie sat.
“No.” All at once, she realized that this FBI agent might think she was insane. “I’m not s
