Someone is trying to blow up Rossi's car, with him and his new lady friend inside.
Someone set Kevin up with a new girlfriend, who isn't who or what she claims to be.
Someone is trying to bug the FBI's annual awards banquet.
Someone caused Rossi's jeweler to disappear.
Are all these occurrences a coincidence, or is someone out to get SSA David Rossi?
SSA David Rossi looked impatiently at his watch. On one of the few days when he had left work early to run an errand, he was stuck in traffic. Okay, the cars were moving again. As he pressed his foot on the gas pedal, he prayed he would arrive at the bank before it closed for the day.
A few cars behind David Rossi, an older, non-descript man in a black late model car applauded the traffic. It made it easier for him to follow his prey. Even though he was fairly certain he knew where they were headed, it added something of an adventurous feeling to his otherwise mundane afternoon.
Rossi arrived at the bank with time to spare. As he walked through the door, the manager rushed over. "David Rossi," he greeted him with a professionally sincere handshake. "What can we assist you with today?"
Rossi smiled as they shook hands. As one of the bank's biggest depositors, he was accustomed to premium service. Actually, he was jaded enough to expect it.
"Good afternoon, Leonard," he told the manager. "Actually, today I just need to visit my safety deposit box."
"Right this way," the manager guided him towards the back of the bank. "Lauren will be delighted to assist you."