There was always something clandestine and dark about our meetings. Never was bread broken as friends. Not even a pot of tea or the offer of a glass of water. Instead, with shades drawn in a tiny living room, hushed tones were used to speak of when America was in a cold war and a space race, and how this slim blond woman and come to know almost every major figure in America's quest for domination…. I was trying to figure out if the woman I knew as Jerrie Cobb either was the CIA agent June Cobb or was tangled up in her spy operations…. Was she part of some kind of a double-identity illusion? And what relationship might she have had to John F. Kennedy's murder?