Cable Ties

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Bat and Jake were doing what they liked best. They hadn’t seen each other in a long while and were excited to be deer hunting in the dense woodlands of Clearwater, just outside of the small town of Dawsonville, Georgia. Jake Sherman worked as a project supervisor at the Dawsonville Municipal Water Department. He was 6’ 1” 35 years old, with curly brown hair and could stand to lose a few pounds. Bat McKinley was 5’ 9” 34 years old with short straight black hair. He was in amazing example of fitness and always sharply dressed. He was a well-respected general surgeon for Northside Hospital in the nearby town of Cummings, Georgia. On this particular Saturday morning, it was a fine autumn day and as usual, the Clearwater air smelled fresh and crisp.
In his typical whimsical mood, Bat asked, “How’s Harriet doing?” “She’s great, but you know how that Corbans place is with all that crazy government work they do. She still likes her job and smiles when she sees me, so I can’t really complain. How’s Johanna?” “She’s fantastic. She just made manager down at the Sears Super Center. They’re just about to open a lumber yard.” “That’s great news! A promotion, wow! And the kids?” “Jim is doing fine and Kyle’s having fun in the fifth grade. He says he has a girlfriend.” “Really?” “Well he’s been packing extra cookies in his lunch to give to her.” “I remember when your sister was that age.” “Hey, we agreed that that topic of each other’s sisters was permanently off limits. Do you want another beating?” “Well, the last time we talked about your sister and my sister, let’s see—” “I recall that I had to put in three stitches in you and my arm was in a sling for a week. I think that was the second time I put stitches in you.” “We did get a bit out of control.” “Well, hey, we’ve turned into big tough grownups now and can deal with stuff like that in a mature way.” “Yeah, it’s funny though.” “What?” “Each of us losing our virginity from each other’s sisters?” “Well, it wasn’t like there was a prettier girl in all of Clearwater then your sister.” “Same with yours.” “Why did we get into such a big fight about that?” “Probably that we care about as much for our sisters as each other.” “Hmm, I guess that’s true.” “We did grow up in such a small town.” “Yeah, but it was wonderful.” “It was. And I wouldn’t have it any other way.” “Same here.”
The pair had been gradually approached hill for the last two hours when Jake quietly asked, “Is that a buck?” “You know for a surgeon you have bad eyesight.” Bat raised his rifle, looked through the rifle scope and said, “You know for a turd herder, you don’t know what a buck looks like. That’s a tree stump. But, there’s a buck way off to the left. Cover your ears.” Bat fired his rifle, the buck suddenly moved to the right and began to run. Jake grinned and said, “Nice shot. I think you got him in the neck. Let’s get a huffing.” The pair began to hustle towards the area where the buck had been shot.
Several minutes later, they found a blood trail and Jake said, “I see you’ve been keeping in shape.” “Hey! I’m in surgery all day. Unlike you who gets to crawl down pipes looking for dentures.” “That little remark is going to cost you.” The pair came over a ridge and the buck was still moving, but now much slower. “I got this.” Jake lowered his rifle, carefully aimed and shot. The deer fell right in mid-stride. Bat winked and said, “You were always a better shot than me.” “You’re probably going to make some sort of sewer gas remark.” “No, really, you’re a great shot.” “A real compliment?” “Of course. I don’t give out fake compliments to just anybody.” Jake snickered.
As the pair continued to hike and Bat said, “Jake, we’ve got to do this more than twice a year.” “It’s getting hard with family and work.” “My schedule is just crazy. Now with Johanna’s and the kids in school. It’s so hard just to just take time off and play in the woods.” “Hard for me too. We’re replacing a bunch of water lines and all the water meters are going to be electronic. Now, I have to become a computer expert.” “They have classes for that.” “Another remark that’s going to cost you.”
The pair came to where the buck had fallen and Bat said, “Right through the eye.” “Right through the eye. That’s the way you got to do it.” The pair hoisted the deer up a tree and gutted it. Jake unpacked his portable aluminum game cart, placed the gutted deer in a bag and they put it on the cart. Bat asked, “How many points?” “Six.” “Not bad for a bunch of old farts like us. Well, let’s get back. It will take a few hours to cut it up into steaks at my place.” “No need. There is a butcher that will do it all for $80 in Cumming.” “$80? You’re getting soft old man, but that sounds a lot easier. Beer’s on me.” “Now, that’s what I’m talking about. Let’s go.”
Bat was pulling the game cart and whistling the tune to of “Old Time Rock and Roll.” Jake was picking up rocks and throwing them. Suddenly, Bat tripped and fell forward. Jake chuckled and said, “Nice.” Bat was holding his knee and said, “Nice? Really? That’s all you have to say? Damn! That really hurt. Hey, what’s this.” “It kind of looks like a manhole cover. Given your years of working at the water department, you should kind of know what a manhole cover is by now.” “Another remark that’s going to cost you.” Jake looked at the manhole cover for a long moment and said, “What the heck? It says DMWD?” The pair moved some dirt and twigs that covered the metal circle.
Jake looked at the manhole cover carefully with a strange expression and said, “Well, it’s got the Dawsonville Municipal Water Department logo on the top. But, it can’t possibly be one of ours. Where are we?” “We’re about 40 feet away from the Addams parking lot.” “Do you remember when they put that silly thing in?” “I couldn’t believe it. A parking lot in the middle of the forest. The only thing it was ever good for was a spot for teenagers to make out.” “Plus, that stupid Jacob Len reservoir.” “Who the heck is Jacob Len anyway? The state just had to put it in. Had to put it in! Our wasted tax dollars!” “Who’s the Addams parking lot named after?” “No idea.” “Our tax dollars at work!”
Jake looked away and said, “Worst part is, that I can’t get any water from that darn reservoir. Who puts in a reservoir then doesn’t let the nearby town use the water? Look at all that wasted water flowing down there. I could be using all of that.” “So, what’s the deal with the manhole cover here.” “The deal is that your size tens tripped over it.” “But, it’s not your cover?” “No. It must have something to do with the reservoir.” “But, the reservoir is a state thing and you’re a city thing? So why does it have the Dawsonville Municipal Water Department logo on it?” “Good question. I don’t know. The city might have sold the cover to the state, but that doesn’t make any sense. Well, let’s open her up.” “Can we do that?” “The manhole cover says, ‘Dawsonville Municipal Water Department.’ You bet I can open her up!”
Bat stood up and said, “This should be easy for you.” “Hey, you’re used to moving tiny scalpel all day. These covers are heavy.” “You do this all the time, don’t you?” “You know that I have a desk job. I rarely get out in the field.” “I can see your gut. I know how often you get out.” “Another remark that’s going to cost you. Look. There’s an old piece of iron pipe over there. It looks about the right size. We can probably use it to pry the cover off if we work together.”
Bat got the pipe, stuck it into the manhole cover access hole. Jake said, “A perfect fit. How about that. Look at the pipe, it has a dent in it like it has been used to move the cover before.” “Strange.” The pair moved the manhole cover out of the way. Jake looked in and said, “Rungs? Nice!” Jake thought about it for a while and said, “That’s kind of odd. The rungs go way down. At least 30 feet. That’s not the typical setup.” Jake dropped a rock, it made a thump and he said, “Nice. No water at the bottom. Did you bring a flashlight?” “I have my phone.” “I thought all doctors carried a penlight to make you say ahhh.” “That remark is going to cost you.” “Let me see your phone.” “Use your own phone.” “Fine.” Jake his phone and turned on the flashlight function. He then took off his hunting backpack and began climbing down the rungs of the manhole. Jake said in a confused voice, “Are you seeing this? This is crazy.” “No, I am not seeing this.” “Well, take it slow and get your surgical butt down here.”
Against Bat’s better judgment, he began descending into the darkness. At the bottom of the shaft, the area opened up slightly. In front of them was the type of door that would on a navy ship with a strange type of lock securing it. Bat said, “Stinks down here.” “This is really not that bad.” “How many times did I tell you that you picked the wrong job.” “Too many.”
Bat asked, “Now what?” “Hold on.” Jake handed his cell phone to Bat and reached into his back pocket. Bat was surprised and asked, “Is that a lock pick set?” “Yes.” Jake began to work on the lock. Bat looked skeptical and asked, “Why?” “I’ve been doing some evening work.” “You are pranking your boss again.” “His last prank scared me half to death! Fricken skeleton in my tool shed holding a gun on me. Almost made me piss my pants! It’s revenge time! Damn, this is a complex lock.” “So?” “Well, I was going to put his lawn mower in his office. I’ve been practicing with lock picks for the last three months. He changed his office lock since I left him that potbelly pig and it is going to be a lot more complex this time.” “Jake, you never change.” The lock made a pang sound and Jake said, “Got it.” The pair turned the wheel and the door was free to open.
Jake pushed the door inward slightly and there was a loud click from above them. The pair looked up and they were staring at a shotgun barrel pointed right at their heads. Jake looked at Bat in horror and said in a shaky voice, “What the hell?” Bat moved lower, maneuvered the phone flash light to see the gun and said, “It’s a real gun. Probably a dud. What are the chances?” “Chances enough to kill us! A dud saved our damn-fool lives. Look down there.” Bat moved the light from the phone and said, “If you open the door just a bit, you can move that lever and the gun probably won’t go off.” “We dodged the big one.” “Didn’t you want to see what’s inside?” “We came this far. Lets’ look.”
Carefully they looked inside and then fully opened the door. They could now see a small cement room. On the right side were several pairs of neatly arranged shoes and a place to hang jackets. On the left side, there was an area that had ropes on large hooks. The middle of the small room contained a collapsible hoist system with crank. On the far side was a metal door that looked like it belonged in an office. Jake said, “This looks like a mud room.” “The hoists probably let you get stuff into this crazy place.” “What do you think it is?” “Survival shelter of some kind.” “That makes sense. Hey, there is a light switch.” Bat reached for it and Jake yelled, “Stop!” “Why.” Jake pointed to the shotgun and Bat said in a quiet voice, “Yeah—You’re probably right.” “How the heck can they get power down here for a light?” “Probably a bunch of batteries.” “I guess.”
After Bat recovered he said, “Hey look at this gun. Do you recognize it?” Jake looked at it carefully and said, “No, but look at the workmanship on the thing they made to hold the gun.” “Hey look at this.” Bat was holding a jacket with a Corbans Inc. logo on it. Jake looked at the jacket and Bat said, “Your wife works at Corbans, right?” “Yes—Hey, what’re you saying?” “I’m not saying nothing.” “So?” “So? Coincidence?” “So, I don’t know.” “Do we dare open the next door?” Jake looked at Bat and shrugged his shoulders.
From the side of the room, Bat slowly twisted the door knob. There was a quiet click and then he opened the door. Jake quickly looked inside then moved back and said in a whisper, “It’s a hallway.” “What?” Bat took a quick look and said, “It’s a hallway. There’re dim lights at the end.” Jake and Bat moved so that they could fully look down the narrow hallway. They could see several doors on each side and there was immaculate white tile covering the floor. The hallway extended approximately 100 feet and ended at a door. The cement ceiling had several metal cable trays that carried wires of different thicknesses and colors.
Jake looked at Bat and shrugged his shoulders. Bat turned and was about to step inside when Jake blurted out, “Wait!” “What?” “Let me think.” Jake looked down the dim hallway and said, “This isn’t a survival shelter.” “I was thinking the same thing.” “Look at the two flags.” “That can’t be right. A Russian flag and—Is that a French flag? What the heck?” “A French flag? A survival shelter for the French and Russians? That doesn’t make any sense.” Jake looked at Bat and said, “Use your phone to take a picture.” “Why?” “I don’t know, it just seems like the right thing to do.” “I guess.” Bat used his phone to take several pictures of the hallway and flags. He looked at Jake and Jake said, “OK, let’s think this though.”
While Jake thought, Bat turned around and began taking pictures of the equipment in the mud room. Jake said, “Look how clean this is. Take your shoes off and put these shoes on.” “Why?” “So, your number ten’s don’t leave any mud tracks to let them know that we were here.” “Makes sense.” The pair changed to the shoes that were near the door.
Jake said in a cautious voice, “OK, one step at a time.” Jake carefully stepped into the hallway and looked around. He pointed to a light switch and shook his head. The pair slowly walked down the hallway. On their immediate left was wooden office type door. Jake carefully opened it. Inside was a conference room with a black board with Cyrillic [Russian] writing on it. In the center of the room was a large conference table with comfortable chairs. On the left side of the room was a large bookshelf that contained several books. On the right side was storage shelves with boxes and old office equipment. Above the entrance door was an emergency light and its power indicator LED was proving just enough light to see the room. Bat said, “A conference room?” “Seems like it. Look at all that Russian writing.” “This is crazy.” “Take more pictures. Get some close-ups of those books and get some shots of what they wrote on the blackboard.” The pair used their cell phones to take pictures of everything that was in the room. Afterwards, they closed the door and opened the wooden office door on the right.
Inside was an identical sized conference room with large conference room table. The furniture was more modern and there was a whiteboard with what appeared to be French writing. On the left side was a stack of unused computers. On the right side was a large book shelf with many books of various sizes. In the corner was an odd bronze statue of a soldier. Bat said, “This one has French writing.” “Why do they need to have a conference way out in the woods?” “Some sort of secret meeting place? Maybe secret negotiations?” “I guess.” “What’s with that crazy statue?” “No idea. The statue guy looks upset.” “He’s mad about something alright.” The pair silently took several pictures and then quietly closed the door.
Bat opened the next door on the left. They were greeted by noise that was being made by electrical equipment. Bat looked at Jake and said, “Pumps?” “No, generators.” “For what?” “To power this place.” “The reservoir?” “That’s what I’m thinking.” “Do you think that they put in that entire reservoir just to power this place?” “I don’t want to think about that now. Just take some more pictures and then let’s leave this place.” They took several pictures while silently wondering what they were actually taking pictures of.
Bat held up his hand and said, “Jake?” “Yes?” “Do you feel that?” “The air conditioning?” “Yes.” Bat looked at Jake and said in a frightened voice, “This is big.” Jake looked concerned and said, “This is really big.” “What do you think we should do?” “Take pictures and make sure we don’t leave anything behind.” “I was thinking the same thing, but we got to make this quick. We might have set off an alarm or something.” They finished taking pictures of the equipment and then closed the door. Bat took his shirt tail and wiped the doorknob with it. Jake looked at him and nodded. Bat walked back and wiped the doorknob behind them.
Jake opened the door on the right. Inside was a kitchen area with a sink and long table in the center. They could see three large refrigerators and 5 wire-shelves. Four of the shelves were empty and fifth one was stocked with food. Bat opened a refrigerator with his hand inside his shirt tail, looked inside and said, “It’s cold and half full of food. That means that people have been here recently.” Jake opened the next refrigerator and said, “This one is empty, but there are two beers left.” “Leave it alone.” “I’m thirsty.” Bat laughed quietly and said, “Stop being an ass.” Jake tried to open the third refrigerator, but it wouldn’t open. Bat cautioned, “Leave it.” “No arguments here.” They looked at the food on the wire shelves found that it had unusual brands. The pair took several pictures and then carefully closed the door behind them.
Bat opened the next door on the left. Inside were several cots, some furniture and a small TV set with a stack of DVD’s. Jake took a close look at the DVD’s titles and felt that they were an eclectic selection. At one end was a toilet and small sink. There was a diagram above the toilet warning not to put toilet paper in the toilet. At the other end was a large cabinet with Russian and French writing in black painted stencils. Jake gently opened the cabinet. Inside were several rifles and handguns. Bat was surprised and said, “That’s an Uzi and an AK.” “The arms choice of France and Russia?” “I’m getting an even worse feeling now.” “Let’s just get this done and leave.” “Just three more doors and we’re out of here.” The pair took pictures of the room and then carefully closed the door behind them.
Bat opened the next door on the right. This room was much larger than the other rooms they had entered. Inside were several equipment racks containing computers. Many of the racks had large Raven Communications logos on them. The computers appeared to be running and many LED indicators were blinking. The room was noisy from the many computer fans. The computers were connected to each other with many wires in cable trays above them. There was a work area with soldering irons, microscopes, assorted electronic parts and computer parts. On the left side was a large stack of unused computers. Bat noticed an open book with Cyrillic writing. Behind the racks were approximately 50 large reel-to-reel tape recorders. The tape recorders took up over half of the room and they didn’t appear to be in use. On the right side were 10 wire racks that contained hundreds of one-inch reel-to-reel tapes.
The pair looked around in stunned silence. They began taking pictures and Bat commented, “These are one-inch tapes like for a music recording studio.” “Ampex? Is that a good brand?” “I think it’s the best.” “What are all these computers doing?” “You got me.” “Take pictures?” “Take pictures! Then we leave!” “Yeah, this is getting really bad.” “What do you think this is?” “No idea. Take pictures!”
The pair continued to take pictures and when they were finished, they carefully closed the door behind them. Jake opened the left door on the right holding the knob with his shirt tail. The room was the same size as the other computer room. Inside it there were many equipment racks and several of them also had Raven Communications logos on them. Jake pointed to this and Bat nodded. This room was much better organized and the wiring looked much neater. Jake estimated that there were four times the number of computers. On the left side was a small work area and spare computers. Notably absent were the large real to real tape recorders. The pair took several pictures and then carefully left the room.
At the end of the hall was a large door. There was a sign on the door with Russian and French writing. Below was a diagram of a flashlight and a camera with large red lines drawn through the images. Jake commented, “I guess you’re not supposed to have light in here.” “I guess.” Jake carefully opened the door with his hand in his shirt tail. Inside was a strange dim green light and another door. The pair entered and closed the first door behind them.
Jake said, “Make sure your flash light on your phone is off.” “OK, got it. Did you look at yours?” “Got it.” Jake opened the door with his hand in his shirt tail. Inside was a massive room that was built on several different levels. Jake estimated it was 400 feet long by 40 feet wide and each section was 8 to 15 feet tall. The levels extended upwards 60 feet. It was illuminated by several unusual dull monochromatic green lights in the ceiling that were carefully focused. The strange green light made it impossible to distinguish colors. At certain points, there were steel poles that supported the ceiling.
On the right side, thick cables entered the room a few feet above the floor. They were supported above the floor with aluminum stands. Above each cable entrance to the room was a large sign with neatly printed letters. The cables traveled across the room to the other side and exited the wall on the left. In the middle of the cable was a large enclosed area that each cable entered and exited from. The enclosed area reminded Jake of a garden shed.
Several wires came out of the enclosed area to cable trays that were suspended from the main room ceiling. The entire room was constructed in such a way that it contoured to the way that the cables intersected the room. There were steps and ramps that led from one level to the next. Jake counted 13 cables. The cables were between 10 and 30 feet apart. They were approximately parallel to each other. Jake looked at Bat with an expression of deep concern. Neither one of them had any idea what they were looking at.
They went to the nearest enclosed area. There were small viewing windows and they looked inside. Bat thought that it looked strangely like an operating room. They could see that the cable entered on the one side and three feet in, the outer casing was removed. After this, the internal cable’s wire pairs had been expertly exposed. Jake estimated that there were over 500 individual wires. Neatly attached to each wire pair was a small circuit board. Jake was puzzled as the circuit board didn’t electrically attach to the wire. The wires were carefully brought next to components of the circuit board. The wires and circuit boards were carefully supported with carefully articulated machined aluminum holders. Each circuit board had a small connector and a thin cable with several wires went to a several large equipment racks. The equipment rack contained one module for each circuit board. The equipment racks had large Raven Communications logos on them. Jake looked at Bat and shrugged.
The pair used arrows on the floor to walk to the next enclosed area. This enclosed had a thinner cable that entered on the one side. Three feet in, the outer casing was removed from the cable to reveal many thin cables. The thin cables then went into thin aluminum cylinders that had a slot along the long axis. It appeared that the slot was designed to allow the thin cable to come into contact with something without breaking the thin cable. The aluminum cylinders were carefully supported with machined aluminum stands. The aluminum cylinders had a cable that led to an equipment rack. Like the other equipment racks, they had large Raven Communications logos on them.
After staring at it for a while, Jake said, “Do you see what they’re doing? It looks like they’re tapping the cables. The first one looked like telephone wires and this one looks like fiber optics.” “You mean that they are monitoring and recording the calls?” “Yes. They are probably also recording computer data on the fiber optics.” “How do you know that?” “We have dug up a lot of cables.” “On purpose?” Jake laughed quietly and said, “No.” “This is really freaking me out.” “Can your phone shoot video?” Bat nodded and Jake said, “Put your phone in your hat, turn on your phone with the screen covered and then peek inside to start shooting video.” “So, no light?” “Exactly.” “Why no light?” “I have no idea. But, that silly sign said no light. There might be some sort of sensor that would set off an alarm. Let’s shoot the video and leave.”
Bat began carefully recording video on his phone while his hat covered up any light that his phone screen would make. They went from enclosed area to enclosed area while Bat made a video of everything. Jake said, “Get a shot of those labels on the walls. I’m betting that they tell what kind of cables are being monitored.” Bat took great care to capture everything in the room that appeared to be important with the video function on his phone. Eventually, they got back to the room with the double doors. Jake wiped off the door handles with his shirt tail and they left the double door area. They began re-tracing their way back to the mud room. Bat looked at the ground for any evidence of their presence.
Jake carefully closed the inner mud room door and they took off their shoes. Bat asked, “Which way did the shoes point when we got them?” “I don’t know. Did you take a picture?” Bat flipped through the pictures on his phone and said, “No, I didn’t get it.” “Well, let’s do the best we can.” “What about the gun?” “I think that I can reset it.” “OK, but I don’t want to get shot.” “Me neither.” Jake and Bat carefully put their borrowed shoes back where they thought they came from. Jake partway closed the outer door and then carefully set the gun latch. They then fully closed the outer door, spun the wheel and the lock made a loud click. Jake picked up the rock that he had dropped to check for water.
They climbed the rungs up to the surface. It was now later in the day and the sun would be setting soon. The pair moved the manhole cover back and covered it with dirt and leaves. Bat put the metal pole back where he found it and they made sure not to leave any trace of their presence. They began walking away from the area. Jake was now pulling the game cart and asked, “So what the heck should we do?” “We have to do something.”
They continued walking while thinking to themselves. Jake asked, “Do you think that the Russians and French are working together?” “It looks that way.” “This is really big.” “Are you sure that they were monitoring the phone lines?” “I’m no expert, but that’s what it looks like. The thing is that, for my job at DMWD, I have a huge map of all the phone lines in the area.” “And?” “No phone lines go anywhere near here.” “So?” “So, those aren’t normal phone lines. And they are really deep.” “I don’t get it? What do you mean, not normal phone lines?” “I think they’re government phone lines.” “Government phone lines?” “You know, top secret military communications and such.” “What do we do?”
They each thought about their situation while they walked. Jake was looking at the ground and said, “We have to tell people in the government.” “How?” “We have to talk to the FBI.” “Well, this is way too big. We can’t just call them.” “Why not.” “The Russians and French could be monitoring the phones.” “Oh, yeah.” “Well we could make up another story.” “Like what?”
They walked for a while and Bat said, “How about we call them and say that we want to talk about some other crime. When we meet the FBI people in person, we tell them the truth.” “What kind of crime?” “How about that we found a corrupt cop?” “No, too small.” “Counterfeit?” “I think that’s the Secret Service.” “Corrupt politician?” “That sounds better. What kind?” “Drugs.” “No, too easy.” “How about pictures with a hooker.” “Close. How about pictures with a mob boss.” “That sounds good.” “Which politician.” “Our Congressman?” “Maybe. Who’s the Congressman for Georgia?” “You are a big-time surgeon and don’t know?” “Do you?”
Jake laughed and said, “No! Why don’t you whip out your phone and do a search?” Bat worked his phone and replied, “It says Darryl Rodgers. I think I voted for him.” “OK. So now what?” “How about, I take the buck home to the butcher. You call the FBI and arrange a meeting.” “Where?” “It has to be an FBI office in Duluth. I don’t want it being anybody from this area that might know us.” “OK. When?” “Well, it’ll take the butcher three days to do the meat. How about Friday. Can you take the day off?” “Sure. Can you arrange for no surgery on Friday?”
Bat laughed and said, “No problem.” “Really, that easy? I picked the wrong line of work.” “I told you that when you were 13.” “I’ll make the call. What about our wives?” “We can’t tell anybody anything.” “Why?” “Remember the Corbans jacket?” “No way Harriet’s involved. I’ve known her for years. She has no secrets from me. She even talks in her sleep.” “About what?” “Recipes and such.” “Recipes? Really? And, how long has she been working for Corbans?” “It paid for her college.” Bat looked at Jake for a moment. Jake shook his head and said, “No, no. Completely impossible. Look, they have fundraisers every year for blind children. It’s a local good will kind of thing and they give away Corbans jackets. That’s got to be it.” “Look, just don’t say anything to anybody. In fact, let’s stop talking about it. OK?” “You’re probably right. I’m sure it’s just a coincidence. They probably found that jacket on the street or something.” “It’s got to be like that. So, here’s the deal. Make the call and I’ll meet you on Friday at 11:00 a.m. at the FBI in Duluth. I’ll call from a pay phone just to be sure.” “So, now what?” “You never did finish telling me about what your kids were up to.”
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