The following story by is reprinted from Fish & Wildlife News.
Ed Ryan was beat.
His weariness belied the usual appearance of a man with the blond, clean-cut looks of a middle-aged movie star. He had just spent the previous month working a major case, in 12-hour shifts, without a break.
Ryan had devoted much of his career to chasing bank robbers, inner city gangbangers and drug kingpins, most of it in the gritty port city of Baltimore. Yet he’d never lost his understated and self-effacing manner (“The bad guys call me ‘Agent Ryan.’ But with my friends, it’s ‘Ed.’”).
But this crime was different, and its physical and emotional impacts had taken their toll. Dog-tired, Ed Ryan needed down-time to decompress, to retreat temporarily from the most momentous investigation of his career – sifting through the chaotic aftermath of American Flight 77’s crash into the Pentagon.