A Well Lived Life Book 9 AnalaChapter 47 Summer of 84 Part II
July, 1984, Chicago, Illinois On Thursday morning, Jackie and I ate breakfast together, and then she left to head home. I started a load of laundry and then walked to the shop to pick up my rented tux. As I turned the corner onto Woodlawn, I saw a black sedan parked in front of the house and two men in suits standing on my front porch. I sighed. It had to be the FBI. I continued up the street and up the steps to my porch. “Mr. Adams, do you have a few minutes to talk?” Agent Feldman asked,...