"Guess who I heard from again?," she said. "The FBI is back."
"Yes. They harassed me constantly last year. I thought I had heard the end of them. But last night, they came back."
"I was at home last night when an FBI agent knocked on the door. He said he had a few questions for me. He asked me if I knew you."
"What did you tell him?"
"I said that you had contacted me to ask about my unpublished physics research. I explained what I did to you, and haven't heard from you since. I didn't tell him that we've been in contact since then."
"Did you tell him about Christine?"
She laughed. "No. Maybe I should have; he might have written me off as a loony."
"Who was the FBI agent that spoke to you?"
"I don't remember. It wasn't the same one as last time. A tall blond guy."
I remembered, and the description she gave seemed to fit my memory. "Was his name Paul Brewer?," I asked.
"Maybe. I don't know. Doesn't ring a bell."
"It could be. He was a tall, blond agent that contacted me."
"The FBI contacted you too?"
"Yes. I think so, anyway. Someone claiming to be FBI agent Paul Brewer stole a camera and a cell phone from me. He came back yesterday to return them, then asked me some threatening questions."
"Yeah, that's pretty much how they operate," she said. "They take stuff from you. They have to give it back eventually, but they always threaten you when they do. I wouldn't worry about their threats. Just answer their questions, and they're constitutionally required to leave you alone."
We talked for a while longer. When I hung up the phone, I began to feel a little uneasy. It's sounding more and more like Brewer really is who he says he is. What does that mean?