ARIZONA REPUBLIC NEWSPAPER
WEDNESDAY 9 AM
My phone is ringing as I reach my desk. It is Mr. Turnball calling back. Yes, he can be available at 10 AM if I can come to the FBI offices. Hell yes, I will be there. I hang up and grab my hat and walk out of the office. As I reach the stairs to the ground floor, I hear Specs Bornheim calling my name. I ignore it and keep moving forward faster. My meeting with the FBI is more important at this time.
At 10 AM I enter the FBI offices in Phoenix and ask for Mr. Josh Turnball. I am escorted into a conference room where shortly thereafter Turnball appears. He is impeccably dressed in a dark suit with a crisp white shirt and tie. I feel like a slob with my Hawaiian tails-out shirt over khaki pants. The shirt hides the firearm that I usually carry, bu
