from the
truck or anywhere there weren’t a lot of people around. We kept our handguns in
our duffle bags or close at all times. I got a fanny pack and started carrying
my gun in it. I worried about getting in trouble with the police by carrying a
concealed weapon without a permit, but Deb had one. If they caught me, the
least of my problems would be a concealed weapon. We were way more afraid of
the black SUV people than we were of the police, so we went on very carefully.
We both wore our fanny packs and carried our
guns when we went running. And we stayed together. After the first week I
could make five miles but it was so hard I was nearly sick. But by week four I
could keep up with her at the pace she wanted to run.
I had enough highlights in my hair that I
didn’t look anything like I did in the accounting office. I made sure I was
darker skinned. I worked outside without a hat or shirt on when I could or lay
out on those rare occasions when we were waiting on something. I used tanning
beds if we were laid up over a weekend somewhere, or I used tanning spray when
I had no better options. I kept my hair about jaw length as Deb had suggested
so I was not that clean cut accountant.
“I ran into another FBI agent who is working
on several cases of elderly people disappearing,” Jim said. “No bodies, no
blood, and sometimes no records of them having been alive the last five or ten
years. It was really strange stuff. Would either of you be willing to talk to
him?”
Deb and I discussed it and felt a better
situation would be for questions to come through Jim. We didn’t want exposure
with too many people, even if they were FBI. His supposed name was Mike, but we
didn’t want to talk to him unless it was essential. We were still very scared.
Days and weeks turned into months and then a
year. I took over the truck and trailer maintenance. I did the daily checklist,
but I also learned from every repair shop where we laid over. I asked about
everything and learned about Cummins, Detroit, and Caterpillar diesel engines.
I learned about brakes and air lines and lighting.
Deb had a very good safety rating before, but
it was getting better. And I got to sleep in the top bunk now. Man it was a
relief. It is a wonderful thing to have a good comfortable bed. But I kept the
sleeping bag close. If the black SUV started showing up again, I intended to
grab it and lead them away from her. No use the two of us getting killed. Now
I was relatively certain she wouldn’t kick me to the curb or turn me over, so I
really started to sleep well.
We laid over in Seattle one weekend, and I
was able to get a birth certificate, a driver’s license, a passport, and a
carry permit all from the state of Texas. I was an official Texan. I was
officially Sam Adams. I was told even in Texas it would look good because they
would have me in the state’s computer within days. I just shouldn’t go to Texas
in fewer than two weeks. Soon I would be able to drive. No one would guess this
truck driver had been a CPA.
I got a real phone, and I opened a checking
account. I sent a bill to Ben Raines for $10,000. I called Ben’s parents and
asked them to pay the bill if there was enough money, and pay what they could
if not the full $10,000. Sam Adams became a family friend to Ben’s parents, and
we talked as often as we wished. About a week later the Ben Raines estate paid
$7023.01 of the debt he owed to Sam Adams. So I had some money in my account,
and it wasn’t taxable because tax had already been paid on it. We agreed to sell
the house Rebecca and Ben had owned. Everything in it would be sold except
personal stuff after each family got what they wanted, and then they would
split the proceeds. They would call Rebecca’s parents and make arrangements
for them to get into the house and get whatever they wanted.
Also I would be calling Rebecca’s parents and
Sam Adams would be one of their new friends as well. The equity in the
truck or anywhere there weren’t a lot of people around. We kept our handguns in
our duffle bags or close at all times. I got a fanny pack and started carrying
my gun in it. I worried about getting in trouble with the police by carrying a
concealed weapon without a permit, but Deb had one. If they caught me, the
least of my problems would be a concealed weapon. We were way more afraid of
the black SUV people than we were of the police, so we went on very carefully.
We both wore our fanny packs and carried our
guns when we went running. And we stayed together. After the first week I
could make five miles but it was so hard I was nearly sick. But by week four I
could keep up with her at the pace she wanted to run.
I had enough highlights in my hair that I
didn’t look anything like I did in the accounting office. I made sure I was
darker skinned. I worked outside without a hat or shirt on when I could or lay
out on those rare occasions when we were waiting on something. I used tanning
beds if we were laid up over a weekend somewhere, or I used tanning spray when
I had no better options. I kept my hair about jaw length as Deb had suggested
so I was not that clean cut accountant.
“I ran into another FBI agent who is working
on several cases of elderly people disappearing,” Jim said. “No bodies, no
blood, and sometimes no records of them having been alive the last five or ten
years. It was really strange stuff. Would either of you be willing to talk to
him?”
Deb and I discussed it and felt a better
situation would be for questions to come through Jim. We didn’t want exposure
with too many people, even if they were FBI. His supposed name was Mike, but we
didn’t want to talk to him unless it was essential. We were still very scared.
Days and weeks turned into months and then a
year. I took over the truck and trailer maintenance. I did the daily checklist,
but I also learned from every repair shop where we laid over. I asked about
everything and learned about Cummins, Detroit, and Caterpillar diesel engines.
I learned about brakes and air lines and lighting.
Deb had a very good safety rating before, but
it was getting better. And I got to sleep in the top bunk now. Man it was a
relief. It is a wonderful thing to have a good comfortable bed. But I kept the
sleeping bag close. If the black SUV started showing up again, I intended to
grab it and lead them away from her. No use the two of us getting killed. Now
I was relatively certain she wouldn’t kick me to the curb or turn me over, so I
really started to sleep well.
We laid over in Seattle one weekend, and I
was able to get a birth certificate, a driver’s license, a passport, and a
carry permit all from the state of Texas. I was an official Texan. I was
officially Sam Adams. I was told even in Texas it would look good because they
would have me in the state’s computer within days. I just shouldn’t go to Texas
in fewer than two weeks. Soon I would be able to drive. No one would guess this
truck driver had been a CPA.
I got a real phone, and I opened a checking
account. I sent a bill to Ben Raines for $10,000. I called Ben’s parents and
asked them to pay the bill if there was enough money, and pay what they could
if not the full $10,000. Sam Adams became a family friend to Ben’s parents, and
we talked as often as we wished. About a week later the Ben Raines estate paid
$7023.01 of the debt he owed to Sam Adams. So I had some money in my account,
and it wasn’t taxable because tax had already been paid on it. We agreed to sell
the house Rebecca and Ben had owned. Everything in it would be sold except
personal stuff after each family got what they wanted, and then they would
split the proceeds. They would call Rebecca’s parents and make arrangements
for them to get into the house and get whatever they wanted.
Also I would be calling Rebecca’s parents and
Sam Adams would be one of their new friends as well. The equity in the
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