“As I drive to the house, I contemplate what I will say to the man who I believe is holding my friend, Ivy. The mud I smudged on my face makes me look just like the homeless who sleep under the Roosevelt Bridge downtown where Ivy was last seen. The mud makes my face itch and I hold my hands tight on the steering wheel as I remember both my character I am to play, and the special agent that I really am.
There are three things you need to know about me. One: I’m always up in my own head, and it’s both an attribute and a flaw. Two: I’m suspicious,, hey– you’ve got to be suspicious in this world to survive. There’s always someone out there who wants to take advantage of you, stay suspicious, stay one step ahead of them. And Three: I’ve got an irresistible attraction for muscular men with sparkly blue eyes, big hands, a beard.. the kind of man my Dad was when he was alive. I guess everyone has their thing.”
