Jim Quinn is living out his last days in a cabin on Flathead Lake. He is a former CIA operative who is in the late stages of lung cancer. I make his acquaintance when I arrive to spend a week at my grandfather's cabin next door. I offer to take him fishing on the lake and he begins to talk about his past. Late that afternoon, we get caught in a thunder storm and have to spend the night on a small island. As we sit in the rain under a makeshift shelter, Jim explains the details of the assassination of John F. Kennedy. He reveals who was behind the plot and who carried out the action in Dallas. He also explains the cover up and the many suspicious deaths of witnesses.....During the next few days, Jim Quinn provides me with a detailed background of the murder of President Kennedy. Like other leaders who were eliminated in Latin America, Africa and Asia, John Kennedy was simply another head of state who would not play ball with our military industry and multinational corporations. He could not be bribed and he could not be threatened. For his courage, he paid the ultimate price.....Jim Quinn also has background information on all the key players of the era, from Richard Nixon and Lyndon Johnson to J. Edgar Hoover. He explains the reason for the Bay of Pigs failure which leads to the outright disdain for John Kennedy by the CIA and the Joint Chiefs of Staff. When Kennedy opens a dialog with Khrushchev to try and end the Cold War, he is seen as a traitor in military circles. When the young president decides to withdraw from Vietnam, his days are numbered.....In the course of our conversations, Jim exposes the assassinations of Martin Luther King and Robert F. Kennedy. He explains how a former CIA psychiatrist worked with Sirhan Sirhan and possibly, James Earl Ray. Jim Quinn leaves me with this information along with a pile of documents and outlines.....I decide to go to Dallas. I am surprised by the number of people I find who still have a story to tell. I spend several days in Dealey Plaza and try to figure out the sightlines of the ambush as Jim had described it. In the end, I have no reason to doubt the confession of a dying man.