Eugene Huhn was a short man, but he was definitely not a nervous man. And if there is anything that really ought to make you nervous, it is being interrogated on Federal charges. He was a lot like one of those yappy little dogs that doesn't understand how small it actually is. Like he could just keep yipping at us till we got out of his yard. He sat in the hard plastic chair in the interrogation room and grinned right back at us from across the table, puffing on his cigarette like there was nothing in the world he had to be scared of. His little mustache and goatee were both neatly trimmed, and his blue eyes gleamed with amusement at it all. The tear tattoo next to his eye was a bit incongruous, given how amused he seemed to be with the whole thing. Duffy spoke into the recording device as
