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(I'm sure I've mentioned being an old rent-a-cop. As such, casual chat with an LEO isn't anything unusual for me. Except maybe one guy from the City's "IA" who scared the hell out of me.)
One afternoon a black Olds or Buick pulled up and an older guy in a nice suit came to the door. I figured it was an insurance salesman or Jehovah's Witness....
WTH, I answered the door.
FBI!
Big letdown was that he wanted to talk to my wife....
She wasn't home, but the Agent and I had some mutual friends so we chatted a bit. Turned out that the kid's Pediatrician had been involved in what was starting to look like Insurance Fraud and he was checking out the patient list. (The doc had passed away by then but there was enough involved to run it down a bit.)
I arranged for my wife to call the agent. We'd seen some odd looking billing information from the Insurance Company but never heard about any outcome from our questions. Turned out to be fairly extensive across his entire practice.
(One "mutual friend", now deceased, is the only guy who ever "made" me while carrying. Grabbed my snubbie through an overcoat in line at an Arby's! He claimed it was because of the way my pants hung. My vote was 'cause he knew where and what I was carrying .)
All of that said, times have changed.
Regards,
One afternoon a black Olds or Buick pulled up and an older guy in a nice suit came to the door. I figured it was an insurance salesman or Jehovah's Witness....
WTH, I answered the door.
FBI!
Big letdown was that he wanted to talk to my wife....
She wasn't home, but the Agent and I had some mutual friends so we chatted a bit. Turned out that the kid's Pediatrician had been involved in what was starting to look like Insurance Fraud and he was checking out the patient list. (The doc had passed away by then but there was enough involved to run it down a bit.)
I arranged for my wife to call the agent. We'd seen some odd looking billing information from the Insurance Company but never heard about any outcome from our questions. Turned out to be fairly extensive across his entire practice.
(One "mutual friend", now deceased, is the only guy who ever "made" me while carrying. Grabbed my snubbie through an overcoat in line at an Arby's! He claimed it was because of the way my pants hung. My vote was 'cause he knew where and what I was carrying .)
All of that said, times have changed.
Regards,