I think you want the other CIM who lives down the street (points down the street and as they turn to look, legs it........).
Friend of mine, not always in agreement with the government in Sudan, was wandering down the corridor in his university department one day when he came across a couple of obvious secret police.
"Hi," they say, "do you know where Dr X is?" So Dr X replies, perfectly truthfully, "he was in the common room on the third floor a few minutes ago".
"Thanks," say the goons, and go off to the far end of the building.
Dr X goes directly to the airport and calls his wife from Egypt, where he hangs out for a few months, until the government pass him the word that he can come home now, they're not after him any more (until next time).