Eleven Hours
“At the Waco police station, Rich and Scott sat across from each other at the sheriff’s desk. Scott asked Rich if he wanted something to eat, but Rich wasn’t hungry.
The radio had another Didi bulletin on the local station. Scott immediately got on the phone with Raul, and they spent a few minutes congratulating each other on the success and good positioning of the bulletins. “Keep the pressure on,” Scott said, before hanging up.
“Scott,” Rich said when the FBI man had finished talking with the ...agent-in-charge, “isn’t it a bit premature to pat ourselves on the back? I mean, we haven’t found them.”
“I know. But we will. I told you. I have a great record in this.”
“In what, Scott?”
“In this. In catching the perp. The perpetrator,” Scott added, as Rich stared at him in confusion.
Rich felt the warm sting of anger rushing through him. “We haven’t caught him, Scott.”
There was a knock on the door. Scott went to answer it, and as he passed Rich, he patted him and said, “Don’t worry.MoreLess
The radio had another Didi bulletin on the local station. Scott immediately got on the phone with Raul, and they spent a few minutes congratulating each other on the success and good positioning of the bulletins. “Keep the pressure on,” Scott said, before hanging up.
“Scott,” Rich said when the FBI man had finished talking with the ...agent-in-charge, “isn’t it a bit premature to pat ourselves on the back? I mean, we haven’t found them.”
“I know. But we will. I told you. I have a great record in this.”
“In what, Scott?”
“In this. In catching the perp. The perpetrator,” Scott added, as Rich stared at him in confusion.
Rich felt the warm sting of anger rushing through him. “We haven’t caught him, Scott.”
There was a knock on the door. Scott went to answer it, and as he passed Rich, he patted him and said, “Don’t worry.MoreLess
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