Chapter Twenty-four
Thursday, October 23
7:35 AM
FBI Satellite Office
Las Vegas
Craig didn’t sleep late, nor did he sleep well. Finding the dead body of a prime suspect spoiled his ability to rest comfortably. Everything would come to a head tomorrow, not only the inspection team’s deadline, and the President’s visit, but also the fatal countdown from the Eagle’s Claw. He didn’t have time to sleep anyway.
Before he headed out to the Nevada Test Site on a last, desperate search of the records, Craig drove bleary-eyed to the FBI Satellite Office where Goldfarb and Jackson had set up shop.
Even at this early hour, telephones rang, photocopiers whirred, people in suits moved up and down the halls. It could have been a commercial bank in any large city, but here the file cabinets contain
