It looked great. Randle ascends to the dais, where his nemesis, Karl Pflock, is already seated. Pflock has also been researching Roswell for several years, boasting credentials from the Justice Department and the CIA, and has done many recent national TV appearances. Both men scribble in copies of their respective books for fans. While Randle's tomes are hardback with flashy color covers, Pflock's published works are stapled and photocopied monographs.
Somebody needs a better literary agent.
The crowd is getting restless. These guys are smelling like prima donnas, chatting and signing away, as if they have all the time in the world, when the rest of us sitting here want to know the truth. A commotion breaks out in the first few rows. Shouting about her five bucks being a waste of money, a gray-haired woman stomps down the aisle and out the door. But the tension keeps building.