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He then stood in the light from my headlights and turned slowly around, pausing only to make sure that I could see that his gun was strapped securely in his holster. After all of that, he walked over to my driver’s side door and held his thumb and forefinger a short distance apart while at the same time indicating with his other hand that I should lower my window. I rolled it down about an inch and waited. “Mister W,” he said softly as he leaned in toward the car, “she said that I should approach you very carefully.” He laughed and added, “In fact, she said I should approach you like you were me in a car being pulled over at night for no reason.” “I think I’m going to like you, Officer...” I said rolling my hand. “Reynolds,” he japanese answered, “Bill Reynolds. And the woman who wants to talk to you is Lacy McGrath.” He pointed back at the black SUV and said, “She says she’s sorry about this farce, but this meeting has to be in secret. There’s a mole in their task force.” He pointed again to the black SUV and then made a sweeping gesture with his hands like he was welcoming me into the best restaurant in town. I took a very deep breath and got out of my car. Lacy McGrath was the head of the FBI task force looking for the Master of the Kollar. As I walked back to the unmarked police car, the marked cruiser switched off its light bar and sped away. I walked all the way around the heavy SUV and came back up on the passenger side. The plates were civilian, but there was a small motor pool ID tag at the bottom of the rear tailgate indicating that it was a government vehicle. That reassured me a little... but not much. I tapped nervously on the heavily-tinted front window on the passenger side of the car. Nothing happened at first, then the back window rolled slowly down. “Back here,” a feminine voice said. 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