He left silently.
The FBI evidence technicians spent the next nine hours in that building. They carried out eleven computers, forty-two boxes of paper records, the evidence room logbooks, and a locked gray filing cabinet from the sheriff’s office. When they cut it open, they found $43,600 in cash in rubber-banded bundles, along with a manila folder labeled “Corridor.”
Agent Calloway drove me to Pell County Memorial Hospital herself. The emergency room doctor, a young woman named Dr. Priya Nair, examined my wrists, ordered an X-ray of my left one, and photographed the marks with an evidence ruler beside them. The X-ray showed a hairline fracture of the ulnar styloid, the little knob of bone on the outside of the wrist.
“That’s from twisting,” Dr. Nair said quietly. “Hard twisting. Against something solid.”
“A vinyl booth,” I said. “At the Magnolia Diner.”
She wrote that down too.
I returned to Lorraine’s Old Mill Road home near ten that night.
