Criminal Activity at Kaiser HMO

I may have a mouthful of NyQuil while writing this, but I think Jim Ristrem is my new hero. I met Jim today when he came into the shop I work at, shook my hand, introducing himself and giving me his "card." Old fashioned networking.
"I've been photographing criminal activity in the neighborhood," Jim says, gesturing towards the walls, as if the store were a neighborhood that he felt confident had been documented in all it's evil.
I nod, because Jim looks sort of normal, and to add to his validity, he coincidentally walked in with two police officers, who happen to only be looking for sandwiches at the moment, but under Jim's pretense, seem to authorize what Jim is telling me.
"I had to post the site through a hospital because when I started it I was getting death threats."
I nod again, glancing back at the hungry officer, "Good to know you're out there, Jim." I say.
For some reason this appeases Jim and whatever form of truth he has decided to express in a butcher shop, in front of two cops who aren't paying attention, and me dumbfounded. Jim leaves quickly, and in my memory instantly, because I'm now affixed on the cop saying to me "I think I'll have a meatloaf panini."
"Have you ever been to that guy's website?" I ask.
"Whose?" says the guy cop, looking around the shop.
"The guy who was just in here, he said he was taking photos of illegal behavior in the neighborhood. Have you seen his site?"
They both laugh, but nervously, as if I'd asked a question they either didn't understand or they weren't at liberty to answer.
They say something about how phone tips are better...but they don't acknowledge anything.
Was Jim ever in the butcher shop at all, because all I remember is Jim. No face or identifying characteristics, just that he looked like a normal middle aged white guy.
I glance to the counter where I'd folded the note absent-mindedly.
I want to ask the cop what Jim looked like, but I was busy cutting meatloaf to wonder too long.

http://home.earthlink.net/~jimristrem/

Good to know you're out there, Jim.