Now, I waited.
I went to visit Nana and the kids early the next morning. A team of three FBI vehicles traveled with me. We were hoping that Kyle might take the bait and follow. Not surprisingly, he didn’t show.  No one really expected that he would, but we were willing to try anything at this point.
Aunt Tia had a small clapboard house that was painted yellow with white aluminum shutters. It was located on a quiet street in Chapell Gate, which she called ‘the country’. As I drove up to the small house, I saw no evidence of the FBI, which was a good sign, I thought. They were doing their job well.
The special agent in charge was a man named Peter Schweitzer.  He had an excellent reputation. Schweitzer met me at the front door and introduced me to the six other agents inside Tia’s house.  When I was fully satisfied about security, I went to see Nana and the kids.’Hello, Daddy/’Hello Dad/’Hello, Alex.’Everybody seemed especially glad to see me, even Nana. They were having a big breakfast in the kitchen and Tia was busy making pancakes and hot sausages. She put out her arms for a hug and then everybody grabbed hold of me and............