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e haven’t had time to look into this.” Captain George Selby, commanding Troop E of the Missouri Highway Patrol, shrugged at his visitors and thumped a finger down on the file folder siting in the middle of his desk. “We’ve just barely opened the file. How does the FBI get involved?”
“One of those lucky things, I guess.” Special Agent Ken Warrior, a full-blood Chickasaw who was a Southeast Missouri native, just shrugged. “You know how it goes, Captain. We got a hit on a scanning program that alerts us about certain things.”
“One of your officers…uh…” Special Agent Joe Huerta consulted his notes. “A Lieutenant Walter Sundstrom forwarded a spot incident report from last night.”
“Yes, well as you know, that’s SOP for state law enforcement agencies. Anything that might concern the
