Hold on now. That wasn’t the only possibility. My new "friend" Eric Heinz might indeed be an agent himself, but on second thought, that was hard to believe—I’d found out by then that he wasn’t just hanging out at rock-and-roll clubs. The crowd he kept company with included our initial intermediary, Henry Spiegel, who had told me he once employed Susan Headley, aka Susan Thunder, that hacking hooker who had pointed a finger at me for breaking into the COSMOS center and once physically cut all the phone lines going to my mom’s condominium complex as an act of vengeance. And there were Eric’s own stories of having sex with a different stripper every night.