And God knows David’s phone call from a few nights ago had put me squarely into that frame of mind. My brain was grinding through his words over and over…Your name came up today. That was like seeing the IRS on your caller ID…it wasn’t a polite inquiry.
I would never be able to forget or dismiss my seven years with the CIA. They were present every day whether I was assessing strategy on a case, analyzing the stare of a stranger as being either dangerous or simply curious, or even when I recalled something those years had taught me.
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