THE DETECTIVES AND THE FEEBIES weren’t kidding when they said, ‘first thing tomorrow.’
At 07:00 they were at the gate of Fort Irwin insisting on speaking to the person in charge. After much to-ing and fro-ing with the poor guard caught in the middle like the proverbial meat in the sandwich, someone gave them permission to enter.
Watching them with a pair of binoculars, not far from the gate, was Henry. He had been hanging around, lurking like a malignant cyst, since 06:00. He was looking for a weakness in the perimeter’s security set-up, but the appearance of the law enforcers compelled him to retreat.
The visitors were welcomed into the Camp Commander’s office, though not warmly.
‘What’s this about?’ asked the man in charge.
Phelps introduced himself and his teammates and the L.A. De
