One day on the way to lunch with a young lady from work, I spotted a bunch of guys in suits who looked like cops, then recognized one as my Parole Officer and another as one of the guys who had searched my car years earlier for the "logic bomb." I knew they weren’t there for a social visit. Shit! My adrenaline started pumping, fear pulsing through me. I couldn’t start running or walking fast without attracting attention. So I moved to put my back to the suits and pulled the gal into a big hug, whispering in her ear that I spotted an old friend and didn’t want him to see me. We got into her car, still within sight of the group.