I take my personal phone from my pants pocket to check e-mail. I'm dressed in my normal BDUs with another loose T-shirt to cover my gun. The e-mails waiting are mostly junk with the exception of a possible client. The woman's name is Shirley and she references one of my first clients. I shoot back an answer asking when and where we can meet.

The car approaches the Sunnyslope area, and I give Philip Terry's address. I also decide being driven around isn't all bad. I'm in the ...