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assumed as much, but how do you know me?”
    “We are looking for the same boy that you are. I can tell you for sure that he isn’t lost in the desert. Someone took him,” he said, ignoring my question.
    Damn! I really hated it when people ignored my questions.
    Well he wasn’t getting off that easy. “How do you know who I am?”
    Stopping near the table, he stared into my eyes and I felt my insides turn to mush. A smile touched his lips. “I’ve actually known who you are for a long time.”
    This guy seemed to be as talented as I was at averting answers.
    “And what do you mean by we ?” I asked, deciding it was probably best to move the conversation along to the information I really wanted. I would tackle the, how he knew me question later.
    “That would be the FIA,” he said, as if I were supposed to know what the heck he was talking about.
    “The what?”
    The FIA … Federation Intelligence Agency.”
    I was officially confused. “Sorry … never heard of it.”
    “You wouldn’t have.” He shrugged. “The important thing is that you don’t tell anyone else about it.”
    I eyed him skeptically. “Why not?”
    In a display of a lot more familiarity than I felt comfortable with, he placed an arm around my shoulders. “Please, have a seat. This might take a few minutes.”
    I was more than happy to sit, if for no other reason than so I would have a minute to breathe and gather my thoughts. Being that close to him made me feel a little odd, like I had hot soup bubbling in the pit of my stomach and it was leaking into my veins.
    “I can’t really tell you a lot, but what I can tell you is that much of what you’ve heard about Area 51, the black projects, aliens … is real.”
    A tsunami of questions hit me all at once, but at the same time, I was drawing a blank. Was it possible to have so many questions that you couldn’t think of a thing to say?
    “We believe the boy has been taken underground at Area 51, and we may need your help to get him out,” he explained.
    “My help?” I echoed.
    Levan nodded. “With your experience in this area … you’d have a better chance of getting in there than we would. They will be expecting interference from the FIA. They don’t look at you as a serious threat, therefore, they won’t be paying as much attention to you.”
    Somehow I had the distinct impression that I’d just been insulted.
    Glaring at him through narrowed eyes, I went off. “What do you mean they don’t view me as a serious threat? I was the one responsible for exposing the black projects in the first place. True, the scientist I interviewed did go off on some story about alien life forms and all, but still, he did have a lot of useful information.”
    Levan held up a hand to stop my onslaught. “I am completely aware of how successful you’ve been at bringing information into the open. What I mean is that you are one person, who happens to have a website and a talent for flushing stuff into the open. They can always deny, and the public won’t take you seriously. They know this.”
    He had a point. As long as the government continued to deny, the public continued to suck it up.
    I was intrigued, but he wasn’t giving me near enough information to justify putting my ass over a roaster, which is exactly what I’d be doing if I jumped in the middle of some plot involving the black projects.
    “Why don’t we start from the beginning and you tell me exactly what happened to Molly Peterson?”
    He shook his head. “I am not sure how Ms Peterson died, but what I can tell you is that her son was some kind of experiment gone wrong. Sean Peterson’s parents were visiting this area when he was conceived six years ago. A couple of months ago, his father, Mathew Peterson, died under mysterious circumstances.”
    “What do you mean, mysterious circumstances?” I interrupted.
    “He was in the bathtub and somehow a plugged in hairdryer fell into the water. The authorities were not completely