Adam on the Case

There was this bar in downtown Indianapolis, IN, called Coaches that served the legal community for years, but then became a psychic's dream.  I would go there after my server duties for Smokey Bones (Darden Corp.).  There was a bartender there named ADAM.  He was actually undercover FBI.  He could never really put his finger on my academic background and group affiliations.  I changed depending on who was in the bar.  I even brought in my own SENTINEL one night and he stood over me as I had a few drinks.  Adam is obviously in this vicinity.  He was coming through the delivery man here at Starbucks.  So Adam, the reason that that bar kept changing hands because they were committing major INSURANCE FRAUD.  Shane was the original owner.  They all had active insurance policies with different companies if they had ever been on the ownership papers.  It is so lucky, for you, that their plans to burn it down, mystically, never worked, or it would have jammed up the ENTIRE Indianapolis Fire Department.  They are all pyromaniacs from birth.  The night I met Monte (I later dubbed him SKELETOR as a private joke, telepathically only.), head of The Hell's Angels, and billionaire infinity, it should have burned down and you would have been disfigured for life, and blamed as well because we were the only ones in the bar.  He did propose to me that night and I laughed it off and told him 7 wives were enough.  He forgot that he had told me, and so he thought my abilities would even take over his homeland of Midland, TX.  He needed to be my one and only of the richies in that vicinity.  Find Monte, and the case is closed.