QUOTE : So can I ask you a question?” She wraps a strand of hair around her finger and examines the end of it before dropping it to look at me.<br /><br /> “Sure.” I pass a slow-moving BMW and get comfortable, glancing at her to continue.<br /><br /> “Does the FBI monitor Google searches? Like, um, randomly? For normal people?”<br /><br /> “Normal people?”<br /><br /> “Non-criminal people.”<br /><br /> “What kind of a question is that?”<br /><br /> “It’s a real question!”<br /><br /> “But why are you asking it?”<br /><br /> “Because I Google some weird shit,” she says, blowing out a breath and shaking her head. “I keep expecting someone to show up on my doorstep and ask what the heck I’m doing, but I’m just a really curious person and all the answers are right there, you know? Just click, click and there’s your answer.”<br /><br /> “I think you’ll be okay,” I assure her.