After a minute of studying the paper he had given me, I thought for a minute . . . .what if this could be a trap? But, why would someone want to trap me? If he was an the FBI, how could I help him? My thoughts were interrupted. “Hi, Silka!” I looked too see good old Rivka! I smiled at her. “You could never ima. . . . ” I stopped short. Should I tell her? He did say to tell no one. I better not. Rivka looked at me, ?like are you going to tell me? I quickly changed the subject.
The day arrived! I put the address in the GPS (I am horrible at directions). After a few minutes I arrived. It looked like a normal house to me. I went to the door, then rung the doorbell. After a few seconds, the same man I had seen yesterday opened the door. He looked out (I guess to make sure no one was watching). “Come in,” he said, stepping inside the house. I followed him inside. He led me to a wide door in the end of the hallway. Thoughts were shooting in and out of my head. Is this a trap? Should have I told Rivka? Should have I not even come? The man looked at me and then opened the door! I was in the shock of my life! It was a FBI Headquarters!
I looked in amazement! After a few seconds the man waved for me to follow him down the steps. He led me to a desk and looked at someone, and said, “Yenta find video number 2289!” Yenta Yenta? Where have I heard that name before? Oh HOW could I forget!
“Yenta,” I asked her? She turned around, sure enough it was her! Yenta was a friend of mine in high school! She looked at me and smiled, “Silka! How are you? I hope your well! Are you well?”
I smiled, B”H I am well, you?
. . . . To be continued