While watching another episode of Criminal minds last night, I thought hey I should share my FBI story, nothing serious, but it was a scary few hours of my life.
This happened in back in 2007 shortly after being separated from my 2nd husband. I get a phone call from my Sister in Law while driving over to my friends house. At first I thought she was calling me back to talk about the little fender bender I had earlier in the day. She say’s “Heather i have some interesting information to tell you” or something along those lines.. “I’m like ohh ohh. what now?” which is something I commonly say, most of the time joking around.
Anyhow she calls me up to tell me that her friend (who moved into the house I used to live in, which is next door to her) went out to get her mail, was approached by two men in black suits asking her if she was Heather and flashing FBI badges. Then asked how long ago I moved out and how long they had lived there. Then asked for their landlords name and phone number. At this time I started freaking out as for the life of me I didn’t know why they would be looking for me. I know I did nothing wrong, but maybe they think I did. My heart rate jumped up, I could barely breath. I had to tell Kerri I would let her go because I couldn’t concentrate on driving, talking to her and have this stuff on my mind.
I get to my friends house and tell her the little that I know. And she did her best to calm me down and said that all I could do was call the FBI when I got home and gave me a BIG hug before I left. Next thing I did was to call my soon to be ex husband. Why you ask, well he was a Moroccan and a Muslim. I was thinking two things. First is that it was somehow related to a friend of his. As his friend happened to make donations to one of the same mosque that one of the 9-11 attackers attended (there was 2 mosque in town) and his friend was already investigated by the FBI. Or worst that my Husband himself was involved in something. I asked him nicely if he knew of any reason why the FBI would be contacting me. That if something was going on that he better tell me about it. He didn’t know or have any idea why they would be looking for me. Is it a coincidence that I just happen to decide to write about this on the 19th anniversary of the horrible 9-11 attacks? Yes, this was not planned at all.
9-11-01 Never Forget
Scared and stressed out of my mind, I go home and look up the local FBI office to make the dreaded phone call. I call them giving them all my information and she said that she couldn’t give me any information that they would be contacting me. I thought, ohh joy that didn’t relieve me of any of my stress.
I then decided to call my insurance company and report my accident. They let me know that they would have my adjuster call me once he/she was assigned to ask more questions. Only a few minutes later after I hang up with the insurance company the FBI agent calls me back. It turned out to be that they were contacting me regarding an ongoing case in which a client and I unknowingly was a victim of. It was regarding a site that I was hosting that was ‘hacked’ back in April of 2006. So they just wanted to get as much information as they could from me. I provided all the information I had and told the guy how thankful I was for him calling me today rather then tomorrow. About how stressed out I had been all day since I had heard they were looking for me. He understood why I would be stressed out, after all it wasn’t just the local police looking for me but the BIG DOGS, THE FBI. I think my stress level went from 100-5 in 60 seconds flat lol.
