Chapter Twenty-SevenThe helicopter ride to San Diego took twenty five minutes, and the police escort got Taylor to the downtown area within a few minutes after that. He was suddenly getting more attention than the guest of honor at a ticker tape parade, and it was all leverage. He had something they wanted.
Taylor was taken to a large office on the fifth story of an office building, rather than the police station. There were three men in the room, who stood when he entered. One of the men walked toward him and extended a hand. “I'm Lieutenant Matthew Jordan,” a short-haired, lanky man, who Taylor estimated to be in his early fifties said. “This is Captain Michael Dickson” he said, introducing a man of about sixty, with a stern countenance and graying hair.
Dickson shook his hand and smil
