Monday, February 11, 2013

Adventures in Albuquerque: On the Research Trail

"I knew I should've taken that left turn in Albuquerque!"- Bugs Bunny

"Wait, I did that around the middle of May 2006!"- Jill Nelson

And a fun time was had by me, myself, and I on the research trail for Reluctant Runaway, the second in the To Catch a Thief Series. With Runaway set in Albuquerque, I realized when I signed up for the Colorado Christian Writers Conference near Estes Park, Colorado, that I was only a bunny-hop away from that New Mexico city with the outlandish name. So I decided to take the fateful left turn.

My most fascinating stop was at the FBI office building, a modern stone fortress towering behind a tall iron fence. And only one dinky entrance enclosed behind darkened glass. Gack! Do they let you out if by some miracle they let you in?

Before we discover the answer, I need to backtrack to my telephone conversation the day before with the media liaison at the Albuquerque office. I phoned the receptionist to let her know this author person was going to stop by tomorrow, and if there were someone whose normal duties would encompass speaking to such an anomaly, I’d be grateful. The nice woman actually sounded interested. Very encouraging. She put me on hold, checked with someone, then put me through to the media liaison. I got his voice mail, which was pretty interesting, too. He invited me to leave "a brief message or a detailed confession." Now, who says FBI agnets have no sense of humor?

But I will say they’re a bit cagey. About five minutes after I left my message WITHOUT my call back number, I got a call back. And the caller ID in my cell phone screen was all zeros. Yikes! So they get my number, but I don’t get theirs? How fair is that? I suspect the man was in his office all along, but he checked my message to see what I wanted before he bothered with me. The fact that he did bother with me made up a little for the totally cool sneakiness. He then gave me some info that saved my bacon on a plot twist for Runaway. Major for me, minor for him as he went back to his regular duties.

If I had to characterize my interaction with the personnel, I’d say cordial but reserved. They’re not big on warm fuzzies and guarded about details of their jobs. Understandable. They’re pitted against gentlefolk with guns and bombs and other quaint methods of destruction. I do NOT want their job; I just want to write about it.

The morning of my Big Day in the Southwestern city with the outlandish name, the hotel van took me to the New Mexico Museum of Anthropology on the university campus. After I finished touring the museum, I called a cab and gave the driver the address. He shot me a puzzled stare, studied a city map, and leveled another stare. Finally, I fessed up and told him it was the FBI headquarters. The light came on in his face.

"Are you with the FBI?" His grin was eager.

Yeah, right. Moi? I should have told him I was a criminal profiler on the trail of a serial killer and step on it. But my innate honesty kicked in before I could think of something that entertaining.

"No," I said. "I'm too plump and laid back for that job."

At least he thought my answer rated a chuckle. And not shy one bit, he wanted to know why I was going to the FBI building. So I got to tell him about my books and give him my card. His reading tastes indicated a nonChristian, but someone interested in spiritual things. Good deal. Hope he reads my series and gains new light. The cabbie (and others who wondered what I was doing all alone in Albuquerque) was fascinated to hear I was writing a novel set in their city.

Back to the events at hand: We arrived at the FBI headquarters without incident--well, okay, he made a wrong turn once, but who's counting? Just goes to show the place isn't along the beaten path.

I'm a little nervous, of course. Here I am about to waltz into an office where they deal with national security issues as a way of life. For little old me from deep rural Minnesota, a speeding ticket is a big deal. Here, they want "a brief message or a detailed confession." I had no confession they cared to hear, so I was left with the brief message option.

We got to the building and immediately manifested ourselves as clueless civilians by driving up to the guardhouse. The nice uniformed gentleman with the burly muscles patiently directed us to park in the visitor lot. I was to leave my camera and cell phone in the cab, then step up to his window on foot. Once I proved myself a genuine Jane Citizen with proper photo ID that matched my matchless mug, he'd let me in.

All well and good, but about now I'm wondering if they'll let me back out again. That soaring structure is one intimidating stone fortress, and they wouldn't let me take a picture, so you'll have to use your imagination.

Obviously, I did get out again, and they didn't even interrogate me. Nuts! But I got my share of assessing looks. First of all from the uniformed guard that stood up from his desk as soon as I walked through those darkened glass doors. He was the first thing I noticed, and then the full body metal detector similar to those at the airport.

The vestibule was completely walled in and very small. If I wanted to venture further inside, I would need to get past the guard and the metal detector. Cool! But rats! Since I'd taken care of my business with the agent on the phone the day before, I didn't have any excuse to press onward and upward. But one of these days, I'll get that opportunity. I'm awaiting the engraved invitation . . . any day now . . .

I left my card with a brief note of thanks to the media liason with the receptionist behind the bullet-proof glass. She, too, gave me an assessing look. I imagine I was a true oddity in their world. Ah, well, maybe I gave them something different to talk about. Maybe not, but I can dream.

Now that you've read this blog post this far, maybe you're wondering what you get out of all this. How about a signed copy of Reluctant Runaway. Go ahead comment with your reaction to my escapades in Albuquerque, and you'll be entered for a chance to win! Don't forget to leave contact information.


  1. Jill, Remind me never to go on a road trip (or research trip) with you--although it sounds like fun. Thanks for sharing.

  2. If your books are anything like your reseaching has been, I'll bet they are adventurous to say the least. Ü

    Please enter me in the contest to win a copy of your book, Reluctant Runaway.



  3. I would so love to win a copy of your book. My favorite books are Christian Suspense. :) I'm doing research in my own way to write one someday. :) I figure that's as good excuse as any to read, read, read!!! lol
    I also love New Mexico. Our family spent a few weeks out there a couple of years ago and fell in love with that state.
    Please enter me in your drawing!

  4. Sounds like you had quite an adventure. LOL. Thank you for sharing and for entering me in the drawing, Susan Fryman I'm praying for your continued inspiration.

  5. Very interesting story.Thanks for sharing ..looking toward to reading

  6. Sounds like quite a story. I love your humor in it. Would love to read the whole story. And see how it all comes out. thanks for sharing and for the giveaway.

  7. How fun! I got a great tour of our county forensics lab because I got active in our local GOP and the Sheriff is a Republican. Funny how those little connections work out. I do hope you'll use the answering machine message in a novel. If you don't, I'm stealing it. My e-mail is

  8. What a fun time you had there! Please enter me into your contest and pick me! :)
    Martha T.
    CRPrairie1at imonmail(dot)com

    1. What do you know, Martha?! Your name came out of the hat. You win the copy of Reluctant Runaway. Congratulations!

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  10. Thanks so much, everyone, for dropping by to follow my adventures. Albuquerque was an interesting city. I'd go back again in a heartbeat.

    Just got back a week an a half ago from a mission trip to Thailand. Don't get me started on my adventures there! ;-)

  11. Loved hearing about your trip to the FBI office. Interesting....I would love to win a copy of your book.
    Linda R.