AT 07:00 THE NEXT MORNING, the FBI’s BAU decided to call for a press conference. Early was good, so it was hastily arranged in time for the prime-time morning news broadcast.
They had the identity of the subject; as a matter of priority, they needed to alert the public and appeal for information on his current whereabouts.
News vans were parked nose to tail in front of the Police Station; reporters with their recorders and microphones, cameramen with their cumbersome photographic and video gear were positioned on every available nook and cranny. Reporters vied with newscasters for front row seats.
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HALF AN HOUR LATER, Henry woke up from a restless sleep to see his mug shot on the TV screen.
‘s**t, s**t, s**t!’
He had to get his act together. He wouldn’t be satisfied until A
