Lovelle located a phone inside a grocery store. Cell phones hadn't made them obsolete yet. There was enough activity to keep him from standing out, but not so much as to interfere with his business. He waited for a couple of people to leave the area then picked up the phone. He snapped open a roll of quarters on the little table where the phone book sat; discreetly slipped on a latex glove and proceeded to feed the entire roll into the machine, watching to make sure that no one was observing him. He could clean the phone off after his call, but the quarters would be out of reach. He smiled as he thought, ‘Just a little paranoid, aren’t you?’ He slipped the glove back off and into his pocket then proceeded to call the Detroit field office for the FBI. He asked for an agent and waited patiently for an answer. It seemed a long while before the phone was picked up, which was what he had expected, and why he had dumped so many coins into the phone.
“This is Special Agent Emile Rosewood.” A man’s voice finally came on.
“Thank you for taking my call Agent Rosewood.” Lovelle mimicked a southern accent as one more little precaution. “I’m going to make this brief. I’m on a pay phone and when my change runs out I don’t have any more.” he continued without pausing so Rosewood wouldn’t try to engage him in conversation until Lovelle was finished. “I have information about a bomb plot. Someone intends to retaliate for the fire at the Branch Davidian compound on the anniversary next week.” Lovelle proceeded to lay out everything he remembered. He gave him the names of both McVeigh and his accomplice Terry Nichols, and Nichols' current address. He talked about the Michigan Militia, Ammonium Nitrate, The Murrah building and the Bureau of Alcohol, Tobacco, and Firearms office inside that building, and finally the Ryder truck.
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