But guess who I did hear from yesterday: our old friend Agent Paul Brewer, FBI.
It was late morning, and I was doing some online physics research, trying to educate myself about wormholes. I found an interesting article and I had just stood up to turn off The Price is Right when I heard a knock at the door. I opened it to see him holding up his badge.
"Remember me?," he asked. "I'm a genuine FBI agent, in case you didn't believe me before." He held out a brown paper bag. "I believe I have something that belongs to you. Don't open it yet." He stepped in through the door. "Mind if I ask you a few questions?"
"Do you have a warrant?"
"Patrick, I'm not here to search anything," he said. "Just a few friendly questions. If I like your answers, this will be quick."
I didn't know what I could get away with, so I invited him in and offered him a cup of coffee. He politely declined, then got down to business.
"Tell me about your association with Mr. Jack Saint Clair."
"Jack Saint Clair?"
"Don't play dumb, Patrick. He's a man of many names. I know you've met at least one of his aliases."
"He introduced himself as Jackson Clark. That's what I've always called him. He contacted me out of the blue. I visited him in Nevada a few weeks ago."
"We went horseback riding. He told me some of his theories about UFOs and the Illuminati. He's a crazy old coot, if you ask me."
"He is a disgruntled former federal employee. Has he betrayed any classified information to you?"
"Is Donald Rumsfeld really a voodoo priest?"
Brewer cracked a smile, just barely. "Clever, Patrick. We are well aware of Mr. Saint Clair's theories. We are also aware of what he knows. If we ever find evidence that he has betrayed any of what he knows, we will take him out. And we will take you out with him."
I knew better than to respond to this. We sat in silence for a moment. "How about this, then? Do you know Brian Kazminski?"
He looked me in the eye. "Do you know Brian Kazminski?"
"You better not." He stood up to leave. "You may open the bag now. I hope I don't have to come back." He walked out the door and I watched him stroll calmly through the parking lot. He didn't get in a car, but rather walked out the front gate to my complex. He must have parked out on the street.
Anyone know what this means? I'll ask Christine if she can find any data from her perspective.
I STILL don't necessarily believe "Paul Brewer" is an FBI agent. And since he has now effectively threatened your safety, I'd say it's time to make a fresh complaint to both the FBI and local police. He is either impersonating an officer of the law (a felony) or committing an act of reckless endangerment and harassment (a felony); or both. You are a crime victim, now twice over. Make it expensive, embarrassing and troublesome for them, and they will leave you alone. They've already had to return your stolen property. Now if they threaten violence, you should make it clear you regard it as a reason for prosecution.
I'd also renew my contacts with your guy over at Channel 5, and contact Channel 2, Channel 11, WSB-AM, WGST-AM, and CNN. Someone is sure to bite on this story now.
To me that would just make me have the need to find him.. Who is this Brian Kazminski, and why shouldn't you know him...