And so when his sister retired, Gregor was more than willing to take her place in my household. He became my majordomo, my butler, my chauffeur, my chef.
What no one knew was that the former FBI agent was also my bodyguard. 20
The year 2001 was going to be busy. Quinton often traveled to Europe and South America, but for the most part his assignments were confined to the contiguous forty-eight states.
As for me, I continued with my charities.
Gregor drove me into Baltimore where I was going to have lunch with the ladies on one of the charities I chaired.
“Will you have something to keep you occupied until this luncheon is over?” I asked him.
“Sure. I was thinking of visiting the FBI office here.”
Just then, my cell phone rang. “Excuse me. Hello?”
“Mrs. Mann? This is Louis Buonfiglio. You don’t know me, but I’m a friend of your son. We work together at the CIA. I thought I’d better tell you—Mann’s been shot.”