The Bulldog listened to Mallory’s report without once removing his cigar to play with it. When the agent finished, the chief slowly placed the dead stogie in his oversize ashtray and muttered, “God, Jesus.” Then he started punching buttons on his telephone console. By midafternoon, McGonagle was being interrogated for the fifth or sixth time by yet another team of experts, this one flown in from a Department of Defense regional office in St. Louis. Like the FBI interrogators, they wanted to take the man back to their own territory, but Wager’s stack of charges had anchored him in Denver, so the interrogation took place in one of DPD’s mirrored rooms. Each team took over with an unspoken air of succeeding where the previous interrogations had failed, and Wager had spent some time behind the glass, listening to the youth wearily repeat what he had already said. But nothing new came up. Mallory telephoned to tell Wager that he’d assigned airport searches to Agent Bunting of the Denver office and was receiving periodic reports on airplane rentals, tie-down spaces, aircraft mechanics’ shops, high-octane fuel sources, and navigational equipment and electronics outlets.
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