CHAPTER FOURTEEN
F
BI Agent Steve Peterson had worked all night. He had three laptop computers on his desk. The one in the middle contained all the reports filed by the FBI, Secret Service, and local law enforcement. The other two computers were used for searching. If something caught his attention on the middle computer, he could follow up on the other two without leaving the middle one. This allowed him to save time, valuable time, time that he couldn’t afford to waste or lose.
At eight o’clock FBI Agent Curtis Ryan grabbed a chair and sat down in front of Peterson’s desk.
“Any luck?” said Ryan.
“Yeah, a few things.”
“What did you find?”
“Phillip West gave us a name to check on. The man’s name was Carl Merkel. I think I have found him. He’s an attorney in Sacramento, California.
