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high-frequency direction-finding receivers mounted on trucks. ‘Huff Duffs’ we called them. They drove around sounding the sky, trying to triangulate the location of covert transmitters. I had to keep it short, and never the same place twice. But now, look at me, walking up the front steps of FBI headquarters at high noon!
    That’s the best part. The worst part is the mission.
    The mission of a spy is simple, gather information. The mission of a double agent is to gather information while sowing disinformation. Meaning you’ve got to lie your ass off in a convincing way. I could do that with the FBI. Problem was I hadn’t stayed above the fray, I had come to the rescue of Jeannie’s husband and humiliated Jimmy in front of a paying customer. Jimmy was now cheesed off. That was exceptionally stupid on my part because Jimmy had superior knowledge. One call to the feds and my cook was goosed.
    Which is where the mission got complicated. I was going to have to turn the setup once more so that I, not Jimmy, had superior knowledge. And the feds weren’t going to like it.
    The receptionist escorted me through the maze of corridors to my twelve o’clock with Agent Schram. She tapped on his door and announced me.
    â€œCome in,” said Schram gruffly a short time later. He looked odd, standing behind his desk, his face flushed and covered with a scrim of sweat. I looked around. Had Assistant Special Agent Richard Schram been enjoying a nooner?
    â€œPush ups,” said Schram off my look. “I do fifty three times a day.”
    â€œYes sir.”
    Schram dried off with a hand towel and tossed it to the receptionist. She held it between thumb and forefinger and left the office, closing the door behind her. “What do you have for me?”
    I stuck out my chest, put my hands behind my back. “A positive report sir. I was able to penetrate the Fulton Road Mob using the bait money from the bank robbery. I met with the man they call The Schooler and presented my - our - heist plans and he carried them upstairs to Mr. Big. They’re interested.”
    Agent Schram was rolling his head on his neck, all the way to the left, all the way to the right.
    â€œThey’re waiting for the results of this meeting,” I said. “For the detailed heist plan before they agree to proceed.”
    Agent Schram stopped his head in mid-roll and regarded me at a 45 degree angle. He licked his lips. “This meeting. You said
this meeting.
”
    â€œYes sir.”
    â€œHow do they know about this meeting?”
    I hadn’t said they did. But never underestimate the intuitive powers of a paranoid. “They don’t sir. Not from me.”
    Schram leaned on his desk and mouthed the words ‘Who then?’
    â€œSir to my knowledge the Fulton Road Mob
doesn’t know
about this meeting.”
    Schram licked his lips in anticipation. I cleared my throat. What was it about this guy that made me so twitchy? “I
did
tell The Schooler I was working for the FBI.”
    Agent Schram liked this for about two seconds. He was right! Then he thrust out his canines and bit his lips white.
    â€œI had no choice sir. I ran into someone, a classmate from Youngstown, who can make me.”
    Agent Schram charged around from behind his desk. “Make you as what?” he sputtered. “A
traitor
?”
    I wiped his spray from my face, I kept a calm and confident demeanor. “Sir, the Fulton Road Mob thinks I’m working for them. I’m not. I’m working for you.”
    â€œYou
say.
”
    â€œAgent Schram, if I was a turncoat...”
    Schram jumped ahead. “You wouldn’t have told me what you just told me.
Unless
…” He waited for me to complete the sentence.
    I looked confused, took my time, Schram’s watery blue eyes eating a hole in my forehead. “Unless I told you that I told the mob that I was working for the FBI in order to…what?