EPISODE with JASON "SWINGO" JONAS
October, 2007
CIRCLEVILLE, OHIO
Outlined against the silver air of the night behind it, a shadow-form moves ominously through a short tunnel-like space. A man pops through the inner door into the brightness of a low-ceilinged restaurant-pub. He is the medium-sized fellow who conducted the late-night interrogation in the industrial complex. In a scarf and sport coat, he has the look of an academic. He walks to the bar, giving exaggerated space when nearing any table or individual. He sidesteps a waitress bearing a platter of sweating fries, glistening burgers, and oozing pizzas. His round, thin-rimmed glasses tap a Coors Light chandelier and set lights swaying over the pool table.
"I was hoping I might run into Gerald Cain," he says with the accent of a
