Chapter 17
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A few days later I was back in the bunker, conducting yet another of those interminable interviews. But here was the beautiful part, the part that made it all just a little bit worthwhile.
The guy I was interviewing this time was Jesse Spindrift.
I had hardly spoken with him since the DC trip. As far as I knew, he didn’t even know I had slipped out. When I got back to the hotel, I had gone straight to Barbara McCoy – and she had reported no problems. She hadn’t even seen Jesse at her station. All’s well that ends well, right?
Sitting across from him in the interrogation room, I found his wispy little beard particularly ridiculous, especially in combination with the fiery determination in his eyes. He didn’t even look like a proper fanatic, more like someone who wan
