Chapter 34ICE Headquarters), Buffalo, New York
The ICE agents entered the interrogation room and flashed their badges. “Special Agent Douglas West, Immigration and Customs Enforcement and my partner, Special Agent Barry Morse,” West said.
Dan Barton leaned back in his chair and folded his arms across his chest. “The neighbours,” he said. His sarcasm was duly noted. “So what's this all about?”
West smiled. “Come on Dan. You know why you're here,”
Barton shrugged. “Afraid not. You take me down on my own property, haul me in here and leave me waiting for hours. And no one's told me why.”
“Would you like to tell us about your activities tonight?” West asked.
“I got bored. I went for a long drive. That's it.”
“What route did you take?” Morse asked.
“I went north on 37 as far as I could
