With the sounds of sirens, Jed turned and ran. Realizing he wasn't in a position to answer questions —especially while carrying what was obviously the murder weapon in his pocket— and not wanting to be noticed, he too, ironically, chose the stairwell to escape.

Reaching the bottom step, Jed was confronted with the realization that this battered body bubbling forth blotches of blood, even though it had been a matter of self defense, was something he had made happen. True, Jed had reason to believe that this man had murdered the Army officer, and Lt. Butler, but he wished that justice could have been brought about in another way.

What concerned Jed more was recalling that he could have hung onto to the man with his legs, and saved him for questioning. Instead, he had enjoyed letting Mr. Red Pack fall.

With this thought in mind, Jed decided to finish what he had done in a professional manner. He knelt beside the remains. Part of the reason Jed had picked up the handgun was to avoid raising official questions concerning an unnamed third party -himself. This game was getting serious, and he wanted a bit more protection.

A search of the body produced a spare clip of ammunition, a wallet containing two pieces of ID; one a USAF badge, with photo, issued to James Rice. And, from the inner coat pocket, Jed retrieved a well-stuffed manila envelope.

The rest was simple. On his way out of the building, at a walk, Jed stood aside to let firemen enter, while retrieving the chewing gum from the lock. He asked a question intended to be ignored by a policeman setting up a barricade, and then followed this man's gruff suggestion to "get out of the way," by disappearing into the night.