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The SearchI used to work for the F.B.I., in the Portland office. It was mychildhood dream to be the one who gets the bad guy.My fiftieth natal day was in just triplet months. I had a wife and threechildren, still do, and the same job Id had since my graduation from Quantico.We were living just emergeside(a) Portland. My oldest son, John jr., was in his thirdyear at Washington. The twins were noble school seniors at this time and mypride and joy, daddys little girls. Carolyn and I had storied our twenty-fifth anniversary, thats the silver one I think, the previous Thursday night.That stiff July morning, I dressed for work as I had every other. dingysocks and slacks, a pin striped white dress shirt, and a saturnine jacket. Islipped on my loafers but was lost in the search for my tie. deep brown stained andstill unwashed, I found it laying on the washout room floor. I swore to myselfto let Carolyn know about that. I walked into Johns reverse room, knowing heowned some ties. I t was just as he had left it, I guess, because Id neverreally gone in his room. I picked the red one he wore in his graduationpictures and slipped it over my head. I stepped into the bathroom, combed backmy whitening hair, and left for the office.The early morning sunlight shone in through the broken blinds that I noticedhadnt been replaced as I asked. I looked over the pile of paperwork awaitingme. Why the hell do I gotta do all these damn reports?Actually, you dont, not today. I off to enchant a man much like myself,but older and with his put on. He was a little taller, but with the samesagging features and liberal belly of my body. Ive come here to give yousomething new. With that, I was handed a thick manila folder. It felt like itcontained a video cassette. on the whole you need is in there, including my post-horse. Thisis top priority, Agent Caulsworth. You will report to me on the hour with yourprogress. The paperwork here will wait. The man turned and left. Outside, I comprehend a jet-copter quietly lift off. Funny I hadnt heard it land.I poured out the contents of the folder, the federal statement, a casehistory, vid cassette, and a dossier. The card that barbarian to the floor readFederal Marshall Wilson R. Franklin. He was from the Boise office. essential be real important for him to come all the way out here. SteveMenschke was my oldest fr... ...was the only thing that mattered to me, and hes allthats left.I reached into my pocket and withdrew the tie. Mud out of sight the redfabric. I tried to think of John. My mind strained to live his face, hear hisvoice. A tear rolled down my cheek and fell off my chin onto the tie. Iloosened the knot and slipped it back over my head. With my sleeve, I wiped myface.I lifted the flashlight, switched it off and tossed it to him. Take it.I turned away and started back into the world.Hendricks team found me a few miles western of the hole. They airlifted meto the Olympia hospital. I was treated for a br oken clavicle and shoulder blade,along with my ribs. The tissue damage to my back and side was extensive and Ihave little use of either. After two days they released me.The coterminous day, I received a call from Franklin, in Boise. I was commendedby him for putting myself on the line. He granted me early retirement, and a premium for being injured. He asked if I might know anything about the slice of David Brown from his grandparents house in the middle of thenight. I told him I did not. I bid him farewell, hung up, and dialed Johnsnumber at school.