Bill Sloan

“The President of the United States had just been murdered -- and he, Virgil Edward Hoffman, had seen the men who did it.  There was always a chance that someone else could have seen them, too, but even in the distress of the moment, Ed somehow doubted it.               All he knew for certain was that he had to make sure the two men didn't get away with their unspeakable deed.  They had to be caught and made to pay, he thought, as the image of the mortally wounded President flashed before his mind's eye and made him shudder.  It was all Ed could do to keep from running across the busy freeway toward where he had last seen the two men.  But logic told him that it was too far, and there were too many obstacles in the way.  He knew he would never make it.               As the limousine roared on past with its tragic cargo, Ed's eyes darted back to the area behind the wooden fence -- just in time to witness the final act unfolding in the deadly tableau 150 yards away.               "The train man was still standing there.  I could see him very plainly.  I watched him take the gun apart.  I don't know how he did it because I don't know anything about guns, but he dismantled it and put it inside the brown suitcase.  Then he started running, too.  He ran off to the north, into the railroad yards.  I managed to keep him in sight until he ran behind a train.  He ran right around the caboose and disappeared, and after that I couldn't see him anymore.”
― Bill Sloan, The Kennedy Conspiracy: 12 Startling Revelations About the JFK Assassination