It stretched from Capitol Street to South Street, from West Street to Mill Street. Teams of four uniformed officers from the Jackson PD were manning the front and rear entrances. Other first responders—Jackson firefighters and officers from the Hinds County Sheriff’s Department—were herding citizens out of the office buildings within the cordoned-off area. One of the officers from Jackson PD opened the Lamar Street barricade and directed Darla to the convention center parking lot. The lot was filled with dark-colored SUVs and sedans. Looks like Henry Jendlin brought his FBI posse with him, thought Darla. Three patrolmen from Jackson PD intercepted Darla on her way in. “I’m looking for Henry,” she said, and showed them her badge and ID. “Upstairs in the East Room,” one of the cops said. Darla took the escalator and rode to the second floor. A half-dozen well-built guys in Brooks Brothers suits watched her from the landing. The agent at the entrance of the East Room knew who she was.
