Continuing with a couple more chapters from Maury Terry's work 'The Ultimate Evil'. Clearly the official story of these events holds about as much water,as the official story some 20 something years later about Arabs and planes.Yeah he was involved,but hardly alone and clearly fearful of his handlers.Would not surprise me one bit if the elite head of this snake,is found in someone's Black Book...

.... On Saturday, February 18, I was preparing breakfast when the phone rang. It was my mother on the line, calling from the family home in Connecticut.

"What's new in your little corner of the world?" I asked.

"There's something you need to know," she replied.

"What is it?"

"John Carr is dead."

At first, I refused to believe it. Then slowly, like an insidious rip tide, the realization slapped at my heels, rose up suddenly and swept me away with a thunderous crescendo.

"What the hell . . . John Carr dead . . . How do you know?" The questions flew in a staccato burst of confusion and panic.

"I don't know. I don't know. There's a little death notice in this morning's Westchester paper. It's not a full obituary—just a small paragraph in that column of notices. No details or anything. Just that it happened Thursday in Minot, North Dakota."

"Dakota? Thursday? It must be somebody else. His car is sitting in the driveway on Warburton Avenue. I've been watching it all week."

"No, it's him," she insisted.

"Then are you sure it doesn't say he was from North Dakota? He's been out there on and off for years."

"It definitely says in Minot, North Dakota. What are you going to do now?"

"I don't know. I never would have expected this to happen. I've got to reach Jim. I'll get back to you."

Mitteager, in the midst of a lazy Saturday on Staten Island, was astounded, upset and excited all at once.

"He's dead? For six months you chase a guy. He lives all these years just fine, and just like that he's gone after we turn him in to Brooklyn and Westchester. This is one hell of a development."

We then realized we had to learn just what happened to Carr. For all we knew he had been ill or hit by a bus. Mitteager volunteered to contact the Minot police to find out. A long, nervous hour later he was back on the phone.

"Listen to this carefully 'cause you're not going to believe it. It was violent—gunshot. And they think it's murder, although there's a chance it could be suicide. But they're treating it as a homicide! Either way, the guy is dead violently right in the wake of our handing him over."

I was too startled to answer.

"You know what this means, don't you?" Jim prodded.

"Yes, but for Christ's sake, what a way to find out for sure."
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