That reminds me......
About seventeen years ago we moved to where we are now. One of my first jobs was to build a fire escape on the back of an apartment building for a local slum lord I had just met. In the process of working on the project a tree trimmer came along and we stopped to talk a while. I had never met the guy before. It was nothing more than small talk and we exchanged business cards and he went on his way.
A few weeks later I got a phone call from my cousin who is in law enforcement in another nearby town. He asked if I would voluntarily meet with him and the state police to discuss the slum lord I was working for when I met the tree trimmer. This all sounded very mysterious to me and sounded like fun so I agreed. We met at the Sheriff's Department where my cousin worked. There was me, my cousin, a lady from the State Police and an FBI agent in attendance. Scared the hell out of me!
As it turns out the slum lord was being investigated for money laundering. His family in New Jersey was into casinos and this guy was paying cash in Nebraska for properties and improvements to properties. The freaky thing was they (the cops) had a video of me talking to that tree trimmer that day at the back of this old apartment building owned by that slum lord. It further turns out that the tree trimmer was actually a huge drug dealer and had been under surveillance for more than a year. I didn't know anyone or anything about anything so I wasn't any help but it was a little frightening once I knew what was going on and saw the pictures they had of me meeting with the drug dealer.
A few years later the slum lord just disappeared and no one has seen or heard of him for years, and the drug dealer is now in prison.
May have dodged a bullet with that one!