“You had a bandana. You drive a Camaro...”
The agent smiled. Everything was becoming clear. The FBI had expected this. She had been under surveillance. Mayer’s indifference had been a front. But just who was the guy who had arrived via the window? That was not a police technique and the punch...
Then she saw him. A wide smile lit up his face as his dark eyes burned with love. She saw the massive width of his shoulders and the rock hard bulk of his thighs in his tight faded blue jeans.
“Freddie! How can you be here?” she shrieked in disbelief.
“I got friends.”
Agent Mayer snorted, “We don’t encourage citizens to leap through windows.”
“I’m not a citizen John - I’m a Frog. That’s how come I can jump. Anyhow when you write this up I was never here. The fat guy on the floor won’t remembe
