Oswald in the doorway: the blog of the Oswald Innocence Campaign, by Ralph Cinque

DSM: Lee, this is David Sanchez Morales. I'm going to be picking you up at work tomorrow at 12:45. Look for me out front. 

LHO: What for? What's this all about?

DSM: I can't tell you right now. Just be ready. 

LHO: But, I don't get off work until 5:00. I can't just leave at 12:45 because you want me to. 

DSM: Trust me. You're going to be able to leave at 12:45. It won't be an issue.

LHO: Oh really? What's going down? Are you going to be killing Kennedy by any chance?

DSM: Say what? 

LHO: You think I don't know about what you tried to do in Chicaco? Who do you think called the Secret Service?

DSM: I don't know what the hell you're talking about. All I know is that I've been told to pick you up at 12:45 tomorrow. 

LHO: Oh yeah? What are you going to pick me up in? You don't have a car. 

DSM: I'm going to borrow Ruth Paine's.

LHO: Borrow Ruth Paine's? But she lives in Irving, and that's over 20 miles away. How are you going to get out there to borrow her car?

DSM: Maybe I'll take the bus.

LHO: The bus? Since when do CIA hitmen ride buses? You mean to tell me that you looked up how to take the bus out to Ruth Paine's house?

DSM: Well, maybe I'll take a cab.

LHO: A cab? Well, why don't we just take a cab to wherever it is we have to go? It has to be a shorter distance than riding all the way out to Irving just to borrow a car. 

DSM: You ask too many questions, Man. Trust me; at 12:45 tomorrow, you are going to be able to leave work. So look for me as I'm driving west on Elm. I'm going to pull over; you're going to get in, and we're going to take off. You understand?

LHO: Who told you to do this?

DSM: Man, you are giving me a headache. I'm just doing what I was told, and you need to do what you're told. Now, I'm going to be there tomorrow at 12:45, and you better be outside waiting. Don't make me have to go inside to get you. I'm not a nice guy, Lee, and you know that. You know what I've done to people. You fuck with me, and I will fuck you up. Comprende?

LHO: Yeah. Sure.