That is the title of this new book about the assassination of President John F. Kennedy. As it happens, I already blogged about this new work, which finally hit bookstores earlier this week (see here or below), so I just want to pose two pithy but poignant questions for now:

1. Why did the author, retired Secret Service agent Paul Landis, wait 60 years to tell his story, and 2. Is his story a credible one? (Alas, I hate to be that guy, but Mr Landis was one of several Secret Service agents who stayed up late, partying and drinking in Fort Worth until the wee hours of the morning, just a few hours before the Kennedy assassination. See here and here, for example.)