He sat there oblivious to all around him, his mind turning over the conversation he’d had with Tom Bishop. So, let me tell you what I want from you. I want you to vigorously investigate this homicide. I want you to vigorously investigate the people that were present when this body was found. I want you to act alone. I want you to use whatever resources you deem fit to employ, but they cannot include this office, nor the office in Wichita. But Travis was doubtful that Bishop even understood what he was saying. Bishop, just like every rank and file official in the Bureau, merely repeated what he had been told to say. There was the party line, the official response, the expected attitude, and there was nothing beyond that. Hoover had said that Travis lacked imagination, and yet Travis had always felt so very sure that imagination was the last thing required of an agent. Fekete Kutya. Black Dog. What was this? Who were these people?
