But that was also its curse. Usually, when I was there, I’d use my laptop or my mobile device to catch up on culture and the news. But my immersion into the cards, Fitch’s visit, and the meeting with Elizabeth Stratton distracted me from the outside world.When I left the house that Sunday, I had no idea that the entire Washington State Ferry System was under siege. Dogs and federal agents were combing through each car that rode a ferry, and the agents were asking passengers questions, mostly about who they had seen while on board. By the time they got to me, I had an anxious belly and could feel a stiff headache coming on.After studying my driver’s license, they rummaged in the trunk of my Lexus and stared into my backseat. The agent was all business with her heavily equipped belt that included a gun. She was not a woman to cozy up to, so I mirrored her seriousness.“Ms. Rosten, I’m going to show you an artist’s drawing of a man. Could you tell me if you saw him anywhere on this boat today?”
