Two weeks ago, a Uhaul truck pulled up and the two 20-something sons of the Spy spent the day moving out. I stopped and chatted with the girlfriend of the son of the Spy, not really knowing what to say. What I learned was that Spy himself had actually passed away about four years ago, about two years after I had met him and after Greg was pressed for information from the government about him.The sons (aka spy kids) had been living there the whole time, and continued to maintain the more suspicious aspects of the apartment. (i.e. Gun rack, training equipment on the porch, adamantly keeping workmen out of the apartment, massively big and killer looking dogs going in and out occasionally.)

As for Spy dad, I guess that explains why we rarely see him and how he manages to be so secretive. I’m actually sad that he’s passed on and they’ve moved away. Aside from all the speculations they generated, when I actually talked to Spy and spy kids, they couldn’t have been nicer people. And that’s really what you want of your friendly neighborhood spy, I think.

RIP Mr. Spy.