Chapter Eight
Tuesday, October 21
4:07 PM
Hoover Dam
In the bright afternoon, Craig Kreident stood at the observation towers atop Hoover Dam, peering down the vast expanse of concrete like the world’s most terrifying ski slope. Traffic rolled steadily behind him; tourists walked from the Visitor’s Center to the observation towers to the gift shop.
The area had returned to normal, despite the bustling wrap-up conducted by teams of FBI experts in one of the dam’s administrative meeting rooms, which had been converted into a temporary operations center.
Craig leaned against the railing, still exhausted from his adrenaline hangover. He tapped his fingers on the rail, shuffling from one spot to another, though the spectacular view did not change. He watched investigators moving about far
