Chapter 7

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7Three hours later, they were little wiser. Approximately a third of a model F-14 lay spread across three tables in a hundred pieces. The transmitter had been destroyed, so there was no information to be gotten there. The kit manufacturer had confirmed that it sold a model with that serial number five years before. The Secret Service had a field agent at the purchaser’s doorstep within twenty minutes of obtaining his address. He had registered his kit to get the warranty, but sold it for cash at a RC fly-in last October because he’d upgraded to an F-22 Raptor. “I don’t know who he was. Just your average white kid with more money than sense. Said he’d never flown an RC, but wanted the F-14. Knew he’d crash it on its first flight, but he had the cash. Figured mine was the good side of a fo

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