I would do exactly two things. I would continue commanding the 90th Missile Wing. I would continue parking the 2009 F250 in my driveway. Marray would do exactly two things. She would continue presiding over federal cases in the District of Wyoming that did not involve any Pendergast related party.
She would continue eating dinner with my father and me every weekend. My daughter Enes flew in from Honolulu on Tuesday afternoon. She arrived at Cheyenne Regional Airport at 1600 hours. She was in civilian clothes, jeans, and a Navy CGA Barber's Point sweatshirt. She had taken 5 days of a crude leave.
She walked into my office at the wing headquarters at 1645. She hugged me without saying anything. She drove back out to the ranch with me at 1700. She sat with my father on the porch from 1730 to 1900. He recognized her.
He thought she was 18 years old and home from the Naval Academy. He kept asking her if she had finished her pleb summer. She kept telling him, "Yes, sir." He kept asking her if her mother was making chicken pot pie for dinner. She kept telling him, "Yes, sir."
By 1900, my father had fallen asleep in his porch rocking chair. We covered him with a quilt my mother had crocheted in 1972. We walked into the kitchen. Enz turned to me. She said, "Dad, when does Mrs. Pendergas called security forces.
I told her AFOS. I estimated within 72 hours. She said, "Dad, tomorrow is Thursday. I will be on this porch with you tomorrow morning." I told her, "Yes."
Wednesday morning at 0700, the federal grand jury in the District of Wyoming returned a sealed indictment against Brian Pendergast, Sentinel Ridge Properties LLC, and three individual principles of the development company. The indictment included 19 federal counts spanning honest services fraud, conspiracy to defraud the United States under title 18 USC 371, fraud against the Air Force BAH program, and false statements under title 18 USC 10001. The indictment was sealed pending the Predicate Act AFOS I had been waiting for. By Wednesday at noon, every federal investigator and every Air Force investigator involved had been briefed on the expected Thursday morning predicate. By Wednesday evening, FE Warren, Security Forces Squadron Commander, Lieutenant Colonel Octavia Peton, had been briefed.
The two defenders most likely to be dispatched to the Callaway Ranch on Thursday morning, Senior Airman Saxon Otterstead and Senior Airman Meta Halverson, had not been briefed. The authentic response was the point. Wednesday night, I sat on the porch with Mire Enz and my father. My father was lucid for the entire 2 hours. He told stories about Korea.
He told stories about his first Air Force command in 1971. He told stories about the morning in March of 1989 when he had paved the first half mile of Saddle Ridge Road with his own bulldo. He recognized everyone. He recognized himself. At 2100, he turned to me.