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Through his half-closed eyes, Jack had been watching Hensley. But playing dead in a burning aircraft was no longer an option.

With a muttered curse, Hensley dropped the Glock on his empty chair, drew his own FBI service revolver, and aimed it at the two men.

Jack suspected there was a bunk in the forward compartment, and Hensley had taken advantage of the hours to get some sleep.

She currently chairs the board of Hensley & Company, her family business and one of the largest beer distributorships in the United States.

Hensley glanced in Jack's direction, spied Bauer's legs sticking out of a pile of wreckage.

Ignoring Chappelle, Hensley faced Jack. "Any chance your guys were popping off so many rounds it was you who blew up the van? "

BB Hensley: When the people a man needs get taken away from him, you can't ever go back to the way you were before.

From the corner of his eyes, Jack saw a flash outside the window. Hensley saw it, too.

The micro expression lasted just long enough for Bauer to suspect Hensley was lying, and he and Ryan were being manipulated.

Jack understood now that Hensley was a master manipulator. It was time for Bauer to rise to the level of play.

Dante Arete stared down the muzzle of Special Agent Hensley's weapon, eyes wide, lips beaded with sweat.

"If a rebound in the manufacturing labour market can be maintained, this should aid with sustaining the broader recovery, " Hensley said.

But as Bob Hensley of Capital Public Radio reports at this hour state lawmakers remain deadlocked.

Hensley nodded. "I heard you lost someone today, too, Special Agent Bauer. "

"Shut up, both of you, " said Hensley.

Hensley fixed his dark blue eyes on Jack, who ignored the slight, glanced away.

"Senator Cheever has been keeping close tabs on the Arete case, " Hensley replied.

The song was written by Ken Hensley who plays the excellent slide guitar.

Hensley met McCain while vacationing in Hawaii, and after a brief courtship, the couple married in 1980.

"Arete has a lot of associates here in LA. In Chicago and Detroit, too, " Hensley said smoothly.

Arete ignored Jack, glared at Hensley. "You kill me and the whole deal's flushed, man. "

For NPR News, I am Bob Hensley in Modesto, California.

Tell me what deal you made with Hensley.

Hensley frowned. "Then you don't have any proof to back up these absurd assertions, do you? "

What are you getting at, Agent Hensley?