A blurb from my novel “Watchman JFK’s Last Ride”: President Kennedy rode to his death in Dallas, November 22, 1963, shot to pieces in front of his protectors and hundreds of witnesses. Two of the three gunman fired with such precision that the third did not have to fire at all. The intelligence combine of the United States sent the assassins, then got rid of them. The easy solution for the new president and the commission he hand picked was to find no conspiracy. No conspiracy was found. An FBI agent knew the truth and acted.