The bad news was that Chief O’Reilly, in an effort to be thorough and diligent, called his FBI contact in the area, who also wanted to have a look-see at the missing pieces of Major Feinstein in our car. The FBI guy was fifteen minutes away, which meant we couldn’t use the car for at least thirty minutes. The good news was that this left us thirty minutes to kill—though I suppose that was an unfortunate choice of words—and it turned out Sergeant Daniel Boone Elton was inside the long red brick building, having just finished an interrogatory with another defense team. This case was getting to be like a game of musical chairs between all the legal teams, witnesses, and accused. The trick was you had to remain alive long enough to end up in a chair. So Katherine and I marched back inside, this time to a cramped conference room on the second floor where we found Sergeant Danny Elton with his defense attorney, an army Captain named Bill Delong.
