Come home last Wednesday, Jen tells me there is a message on the answering machine mentioning something about a subpoena.
So, I listen to the message and it sounded like bullshit to me, like a come on trying to get me to call back the number. I go downstairs to take care of my evening computer shit and a little while later I hear yakking from outside the basement window, like someone is at our door talking to Jen. I go upstairs and it's a fucking FBI agent and Jen looks at me and says that the message wasn't a joke.
The FBI agent says he was on his way home so he decided to drop the subpoena by in person (Nice folks at the FBI apparently). So, he delivers to me a subpoena to appear before a grand jury. I'm like what the fuck ? He proceeds to ask me a couple of questions that at least clued me in to what it's about.
In conjunction with a pretty big mob case in New York, they think one of my previous employers was helping to do a little money cleaning between the company I worked for and a sister company and they say that my name is all over the billing invoices as having done programming for the sister company, so they want me to come in and talk to the nice folk at the Grand Jury to tell them what I know about it.
When the FBI guy is leaving he turns to me and says "If I don't see you before then, have a great holiday". I better not see him before Christmas dammit.
So, I contact my former employer and they give me a lawyer to call. Next day I call the lawyer, he informs me that me former boss has immunity and that if he represents me it might be a "conflict of interest". I tell him that my former boss told me to call him. He says, ok, I'll get back to you. Still haven't heard from the snake. Called my lawyer (Free speech guy, not a criminal lawyer) and he tells me that he will nose around and see what's up and whether he thinks I need to go grab a criminal guy or not.
In the meantime, on the subpoena is a note to contact so and so to arrange a conference. I make that call and hear what the prosecuting attorney has to say and basically, what they are wanting me for is information.
Problem is, I have no real information other than to say that yes I was employed by them and yes I did programming projects for the sister company. Prosecutor sounded like he wanted to know how many hours I programmed at the sister compeny. I'm like, I don't know maybe a couple of thousand hours, maybe a few hundred. It was 4 fucking years ago and I remember I did projects for the sister company but I honestly could not tell you how long they took, there have been many many many projects I have been involved in in the time since then.
So, looks like I am gonna be in front of a grand jury in early January to testify about a bunch of shit that I don't remember.
What a way to start a new year
