Out of Season
“He turned and saw us, and his lips came close to a smile. But the rest of his face was sober, even grim.As I approached, the FBI agent straightened up and extended his hand. His grip was firm. “Bill,” he said, and nodded at Estelle. “Walter Hocker, one of our special agents who works out of Oklahoma City, is up here with me.”I looked around. “Fine. Where is he?”“He’s using the telephone in the sheriff’s office.”I nodded and said to Gayle Sedillos, “When he’s finished, tell him to join us.” I indicated the door to my own office, and as Estelle and Costace filed past me, I turned back to Gayle. “And I need to see Linda Real, Eddie Mitchell, and Doug Posey.” I smiled at her. “In any order.”“Linda’s working downstairs, sir,” Gayle said, and made hand motions to indicate a camera.“As soon as she can break free,” I said, and walked into my office and closed the door. I’d worked with Neil Costace several times before on cases that interested the Federal Bureau of Investigation.
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