Two days before Oklahoma City Terry Nichols and John Doe Two swaggered into the Ten Thousand Lakes Café bragging people wouldn’t know what was going to hit them.
“What’ll you boys have?” I asked, leaning over the counter to show some cleavage, acting as if nothing was out of the ordinary.
When I called the FBI three days after the Murrah Building was blown up, the agent I talked to asked me if I wasn’t the one who’d phoned about Hoffa, as if the two guys I heard talking about the whereabouts of Jimmy’s body a week after he’d disappeared had anything to do with McVeigh’s Ryder truck.
“What if I am?”
Now I’m getting the same shit when I try to tell them Chandra Levy stopped here two days after she was reported missing, on her way out to California for graduation. All those know-it-all agents can say to me is, “Well, Cassandra Dolan, tell me why would Chandra Levy stop in Saint Cloud, Minnesota, if she was driving to LA from Washington?”
Like, I’m supposed to know that?