Ted was moved to another cabin the task force had rented, and was where the only interview ever conducted by law enforcement took place. That interview was conducted by Max and Postal Inspector Paul Wilhelmus. Ted invoked his right to remain silent and would not talk about “The Case.” He did talk about general subjects and those of us who made up the inner perimeter took turns sitting with him.
I am a hunter and I had noticed a bunch of deer hides and elk antlers scattered around the property. I commented that it must be nice to have such a ready supply of food available. So here we have a guy being investigated for multiple murders and his reply to that was that he did not shoot deer, as he did not have a hunting license. He may or may not have been concerned about the murder charges, but he sure as hell was not going to cop to a fish and game violation.
Soon, the search was starting to take place. Pat Webb, Frank Doyle, and Don Sachtleben, of the San Francisco Office, who had bomb training and previous time on UNABOM, were the lead investigators in the search. Immediately they located bomb-making materials.
The next decision was how to proceed as we had a search warrant for the cabin, but we did not have an arrest warrant for Ted. An entire chapter of the book written by Freeman, Turchie, and Noel is devoted to the three-ring circus which took place that evening during conversations with the DOJ.
For this article, all I can say is thank God for AUSA Bernie Hubley of the District of Montana. He authorized Don Sachtleban to file a complaint, charging Ted with one count of possessing bomb-making materials. Probably a better idea than many others which were being discussed in a frank and blunt manner way above my pay grade. You can see some of those ideas in the book UNABOMBER.
The search went on for days. It was the finest example of cooperation and teamwork I have ever seen. For that week or so, nothing else mattered, nobody’s ego, no need to rest. In fact, I doubt if most of us slept more than a couple of hours over a period of several days.
The local newspaper ran a picture of me leaning against a truck with my head in my hand and the caption, “FBI Agent appears bored.” I encountered one of their reporters several days later at an establishment that served food and cold liquid material in a glass. I pointed out a more accurate caption would have been, “FBI Agent asleep on his feet.” At least he bought me a beer.
However, I did find time to complete one action which was related to Ted’s letter to the press that the FBI would never catch him because “The FBI is a joke.” I couldn’t help myself and I carved FBI into an aspen tree right outside of his door. No, Ted, the FBI is not a joke. I wonder if it is still there?
None of that mattered. It was just: “let us get the job done.” And the search uncovered an absolute mountain of evidence. All of the bomb-making materials the lab would be able to link as unique to the UNABOM events, and in addition Ted Kaczynski kept detailed diagrams of each device previously sent. That is called a confession.
The coup de grace was found at the bottom of an ammo tin. The typewriter used to type the manifesto, the original copy of the manifesto, and a gray-hooded sweatshirt just like the one seen by the witnesses who spotted him leaving the device in 1987.
It was enough evidence to convince the O.J. Simpson jury of his guilt.
While all of that was going on, I seem to recall for at least a week, we maintained an airtight perimeter 24 hours a day. I remember SWAT teams coming in from at least two large offices to assist and to ensure all evidence and personal property were safe and secured.
One incident still sticks in my mind as a pretty good example of teamwork and cooperation. While we were maintaining around-the-clock security on the site, one night Chuck Der and I were the senior guys on one of the midnight shifts. I recall guys were checking in with us. One two-person car was occupied by two fairly new Agents, Rob Rolfsen and Shelagh Sayers.
I knew Rob had been sick, but was not aware just how sick he was. But on a case like this, FBI Agents do not shirk off their duties. I think it was the second time Shelagh drove by and I was standing out by the car when I noticed there was nobody in the front seat with her. I noticed Rob curled up in the back with a blanket and pillow from his motel room. I am pretty sure he also had a teddy bear.
Probably running a fever of over a hundred and something. Shelagh saw me looking at the back seat and I do not recall her exact words but they went something like this. “Don’t worry, we got this covered.”
That, my good friends, is called working together as a team.