The two local FBI agents (whom we now know on a first-name basis owing to our previous adventures) arrested Douglas Squirrel as the airline hijacker “D.B. Cooper.” He immediately pled guilty and seemed quite relieved in doing so. Spending over thirty five years on the run was exhausting, I’m sure.
The Daily Domain had front page articles about him every day, since it was their reporter who tracked him down. With no trial he was quickly sentenced and sent to the nearby minimum security prison where his cellmate turned out to be...Grandpa.
Elanor has been getting updates via her existing online relationship with Grandpa, and the two cellmates seem to be getting along. They’re the same age, both herbivores, and they have the inexhaustible topic of Gran to talk about.
Speaking of Gran, she’s made good on her promise to shop Mr. Squirrel’s memoirs to literary agents in New York. She’s settled on one who has agreed to edit the manuscript into shape before submitting it to what is sure to be a heavy bidding war.
