I had a basket full of goodies; phone and umbrella balanced in one hand while my keys were in the other. Just as I locked the bakery’s front door, I received yet another text from my boss. It read: “Sudden change of plans. Mother was hungry. I made a delicious roast chicken; Parker House rolls; creamy garlic mashed potatoes; broccoli and lemon glazed carrots for supper. Don’t hate me… but, mother would like a chocolate cake for dessert! Still bring the banana bread– mother will have that for breakfast. Take the soup home. You have my permission to share it with your cats!” I responded, “See you soon.”
Since my boss’s mother is a raging chocoholic, I had already anticipated her need for something potent. That’s why I made Fran Bigelow’s “L’orange.” Anyway, after I re-secured the chocolate cake (in the basket) on top of the container of soup and banana bread, I suddenly remembered the bakery’s daily bank deposit. I had to visit the bank first! The bank is exactly one block away from the bakery. And, my boss’s mother’s house is three blocks away from the bank.
I was finally on my way to my boss’s mother’s house when a tall grey haired man approached me. I thought he was going to ask what I had in the basket. Instead, he identified himself as an FBI agent. He told me, “We’ve been watching you and your boss for some time now. We don’t have any proof, but we think she’s connected to the Mayor’s wife’s illegal transport and importation of aged zoo animals. If you’re found to have any knowledge of animals that have been illegally imported/transported here, you could be charged as an ‘Accessory after the fact.’ That means you could face considerable fines and prison time.” I swallowed and said, “What kinds of animals?” He said, “Mostly large primates.” I shook my head in disbelief. Then he asked, “Would you be willing to collect evidence, i.e. wear a wire?”