ABSTRACT
I was on a protective detail in Jacksonville, working the three-to-eleven shi. One particular night, I and another agent were relieved early and told to drive two of the detail cars to Key Biscayne and exchange them for two others “and be back in time for your shi tomorrow.” It was nearly ten at night, aer fully lling the gas tanks and going to a local Jacksonville restaurant famous for its barbeque and “Southern-style, home-cooked chicken dinners,” that we were ready for the quick journey south.
