30My name must be on Dawna’s.
She answered my call with a neutral, “Hello, stranger.”
I faked a chuckle. “Been a while. Let’s get together somewhere private. Talk about old times.”
For the next fifteen seconds, I heard only breathing.
I hoped that meant her FBI agent mind-set had taken over.
The Bureau website begs the general public to report suspected criminal activity.
Promises that agents will welcome citizen reports 24/7.
Online. By phone. In person.
We informants often want a guarantee of confidentiality before we blab the good stuff.
Suggesting Dawna and I meet somewhere private was a bid for her professional attention.
Implying I had a crime tip so hot, I couldn’t be seen with her.
She proposed we meet near Stone Bridge monument in Manassas.
I knew the place. The monume
