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She said: "I believe the person you are looking for is at Eagle Lake."

"Do you mean Beth Idaho?" asked Paul Bradley.

"No," Jamee indicated. "Beth has been brought to a safe place by friends, and she is getting ready for something that is to happen in the near future, but her brother is at Eagle Lake."

Jamee was silent for a moment, and, then, she added: "There is a childhood friend of David's, by the name of Kevin Albert, who lives near a place called Mattawamkeag, somewhere in the vicinity of Eagle Lake. This man flies planes as part of his job, and he will be able to help you get to Eagle Lake.

Paul Bradley was somewhat skeptical about what he was hearing. Jennifer Ormsby was prepared to act on the information. I had no opinion on the matter.

Paul also voiced his concern that, at some point, authorities were likely to show up in Mattawamkeag once they learned David had spent part of his childhood there. If he were conducting the search, he told us, this is what he would do in an attempt to check out all the leads or possibilities.

Jennifer filled Paul in, according to her understanding of things, about Mary Streeter and the significance of the contents of the envelope which he had brought to me. She was providing this information on the basis of the briefing I supposedly had given to Jennifer during some portion of the evening prior to the car accident.

Paul expressed less confidence in Jamee's words than he did in Jennifer's point that, if nothing else, the journey to Eagle Lake would have the advantage of taking us some place that was not likely to be discovered by whomever might be looking for us. After further discussion on the matter, we decided to go to Eagle Lake.

I didn't know what to believe in all of this. The only thing I seemed sure of, although for reasons which were not at all clear to me, is that on the basis of my interaction with Jamee, I trusted her, and she appeared to feel going to Eagle Lake was necessary.

We began to make preparations to leave. As we did, Paul asked Jamee if she had a typewriter.

After he was shown the machine's location, he went out to the trunk of his car, took something out of an attaché case, and returned to the typewriter. For a few minutes, he became busy typing something.

When Paul had completed his task, he took a pen out of his inside jacket pocket, paused for a few seconds, and then wrote something on the paper that he had removed from the typewriter. Subsequently, he folded the papers, and placed them and the pen in the pocket from which the pen had been taken originally.

Jamee had prepared some food for us to take. We thanked her for her help and kindnesses, said our farewells, and headed for northern Maine.

As we drove away, I thought I saw some tears in Jamee's eyes. I couldn't be sure.

On the way through the town near to Jamee's farm, Paul withdrew a sizable amount of money from a bank machine. Jennifer had wanted to do the same, but Paul discouraged her.

He indicated the people searching for them were likely to have flagged her accounts and charge cards, as well as those of mine. The authorities would be able to trace our movements in this fashion.

Some six, or so, hours later, we had arrived in Mattawamkeag. After a few inquiries, Paul found out where Kevin Albert lived.

By the time we pulled up in front of Kevin's house, it was about five-thirty in the afternoon. Fortunately, Kevin was at home.

Paul explained the situation to Kevin, including the part about my amnesia. Kevin agreed to fly us to Eagle Lake.

As all of this unfolded in accordance with Jamee's statements earlier in the day, Paul developed a great deal more respect for Jennifer's spiritual teacher. So did I.

About an hour later, all the arrangements for the flight had been made, and we were climbing into a plane that was tethered to a long dock extending out into a lake area.

Although Jennifer and I had nothing to bring except the clothes we were wearing, Paul had stuffed a variety of things into a medium-sized duffel bag, all of which had been taken from the trunk of his car. In addition, he had changed into clothes and shoes, again taken from the trunk of his car, that were likely to be more suited to the conditions toward which we were travelling.

Somewhere between one and two hours later, while the sun was beginning to set, we were over Eagle Lake, approaching from the south, and working our way northward. Kevin, who was a fishing and hunting guide by profession, was familiar with much of the region.

He put us down in an area that was not too far away from where we believed the facility to be and, yet, at the same time, that would not likely have been noticed by someone at the facility unless they had sophisticated monitoring equipment, which we were hoping was not the case. However, as a partial cover for our presence at the Lake, when Kevin registered his flight plan, he indicated he was taking a fishing party into the area for a day or so.

There was a docking float out on the lake near where we landed. A canoe was attached to the structure.

Paul suggested that Kevin stay with the plane. He further indicated Jennifer should stay with Kevin while Paul and I went in search of the facility.

Jennifer would have nothing to do with this. She insisted on going.

Paul relented only on the condition that she do exactly what he told her to do. She consented to this arrangement, and we proceeded toward shore.

Before leaving, Paul gave Kevin a compact, walkie-talkie-like, communications device. Paul instructed him not to use it, except in the case of a dire emergency, and merely wait to be contacted.

When we arrived at shore, Paul tied the boat. Out of his duffle bag, he took a couple of blue parkers, with the letters FBI in bright yellow printed on the back of the jackets, and handed them to Jennifer and myself.

He next removed a small knapsack from the bag and put a few things into it, including a device like the one he had given Kevin. He, then, put the knapsack on his back.

Out of a pouch of the duffle bag, he took a bottle of insect repellant and told us to apply it liberally. When we were done, he did the same and, when he had finished, asked me to put it in one of the pouches on the side of the knapsack on his back.

Finally, he took out three pairs of night-vision goggles from the bag. He distributed the goggles and then helped us to adjust them.

About two hours later, we had made our way along the edges of the shore to a point that seemed to be not to far away from the end of the lake, although this was hard to determine with any certainty. About five hundred yards away, we caught glimpses of light shining through some of the cover of the forest.

In another hour, we stumbled onto a clearing that was about sixty yards wide. On the far side of the clearing, set back a little into the forest, were a group of buildings.

The time was around midnight, or a little after. Paul whispered we should wait for another two hours before going across the clearing to the buildings.

Jennifer would wait at the edge of the clearing. If anything went wrong, she was to make her way back to Kevin and wait there with him.

Paul had removed his knapsack. He opened it up and took out another communications device from it and gave it to Jennifer.

He provided her with a few instructions concerning its operation. As he had done with Kevin, he told her to refrain from using it unless absolutely necessary.

Paul was of the opinion there probably was only a limited security staff on hand. He seemed to feel the physical isolation of the location was intended to serve as the primary form of protection for the facility.

He believed that if we went in around two or three in the morning, most everyone would be asleep and whatever security might be present were likely to be unprepared to handle such an early morning visit with any kind of efficiency. Besides, while at Jamee's farm, Paul had typed some official-sounding phrases, regulations and legal codes on a blank federal warrant and signed the name of a fictitious federal district court judge to it.

There were unlikely to be any lawyers present at the facility. Consequently, he felt the document had a good chance of convincing anyone else who might be on hand that Paul and I had a legal right to be at the facility to search the premises for one: Brian Idaho, a federal fugitive.

Paul would have the FBI badge and his gun to lend authority to things. I would complement Paul with the official FBI jacket with which he had supplied me, as well as by acting as bearer of the fake warrant.

He instructed me to work on conveying a sort of taciturn, impassive surliness when we interacted with the people at the facility. If I did this, I would have mastered half of all that was necessary in order to be a first-rate FBI agent. The other half - how to wear sunglasses - could be taught later on.

In the beginning, the operation went very smoothly. In the end, it went terribly wrong.

We were able to enter the compound, take control of the situation and locate Brian Idaho with considerable efficiency and very little noise. We only had to deal with one security guard at the front gate.

On the way out, we had come across a high-tech room filled with all kinds of communications equipment. Within a very short period of time, Paul had proceeded to disable pretty much all of the electronic gear.

At the front gate, we tied up the guard and gagged him. Someone would find him in the morning, embarrassed perhaps, but quite safe.

Things fell apart as we were making our way across the clearing near the compound, back toward Jennifer. About half way to the cover of the forest, we saw Jennifer rushing toward us.

The wind had picked up so we couldn't really make out what she was saying. She seemed to be pointing behind us.

As we turned to look back over our shoulders, she hit between Paul and myself, full force, with her shoulder. I was surprised someone her size could hit that hard.

The force of the impact knocked me off balance. I fell at an awkward angle, hitting my head on the ground as I landed.

While going down, I heard what sounded like several shots. I saw Jennifer crumple to the ground about the same time my head hit hard against the grass.

Three things stunned me: my harsh introduction to Mother Earth; the realization that my memory had come flooding back as a result of this introduction, and my worries about Jennifer. For a brief time, I felt paralyzed.

Recovering, I crawled over to where Jennifer was lying. She was face down, and I turned her over.

I was no doctor, but I could see she was in deep trouble from her wounds. She looked at my face, smiled slightly at me despite, or, perhaps, because of, the goggles covering my eyes, lifted her hand and brushed my lips with her fingers, then she was gone.

A sinking emptiness swept through me. I heard several more shots - from where or from whom, I did not know.

The next thing I knew, Paul had knelt down beside me and was quickly examining Jennifer. He said: "She's dead, David, we've got to get out of here."

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