10:08 a.m. Today I am starting a surveillance at 6pm in a town just north of Chicago. I am supposed to follow a handsome, single, 25-year-old guy around and see what he's up to on a Friday night. His boss told me there are rumors he's frequenting strip clubs and that he's dancing. When I asked her if he was a DANCER in the strip club, she told me that was what I needed to find out because he's on partial disability for a severe leg injury.
That reminds me...I have to go get myself a roll of quarters so I have something to put in his g-string.
In other news, I just got off the phone with the ME's office. I passed the drug test (phew) and will start training on Monday. After I fill out the requisite paperwork and get my badge, I'll spend the rest of the day shadowing the chief investigator, Nancy. Hopefully we'll get called out to a case or two. After that, I'll pack up and leave for Minnesota to do a few surveillances up that way.
Oh, and I was going to keep this hush hush until I actually got a book deal, but...what the hell. I suck at keeping secrets. (Which isn't the greatest quality in a former federal agent.) I just signed a contract with an amazing literary agency in New York City called Trident Media Group! They approached me asking if I would consider them for representation on a book of non-fiction. Can you say, HELL, yes?!
Thank you so much, my friends, for all of your ideas and encouragement and patronage. This contract wouldn't have happened without you and I will never forget it.