Loy's reluctance to elaborate was understandable. Confined to a hospital bed, two strangers and one barely recognizable old friend barge in, asking probing questions about his sordid past. Furthermore, the Indian was sedated. Nonetheless, his memory was still sharp enough to recall many details of the past.
"What did they pay you the $10,000 to do?"
Loy stammered through an unconvincing explanation of how he merely assisted the group, that the woman was the radio operator, Oswald and the man who hired Loy were the shooters and that he had been nothing more than some sort of back up.
He reaffirmed the story of Sam Rayburn's funeral, and his chance meeting with the stranger, the target practice incident, and his being picked up and driven to Dallas two days before the assassination. He told of the little house that served as the base of operation, the individuals at the house, including the appearance of Jack Ruby and Lee Oswald.
He stated that after the shots were fired, everyone but Oswald escaped out the back door of the book building, he and the young woman leading the way. Larry Howard prodded Mark to ask the Indian about the elevator.
"Did you use the elevators or the stairs?" Mark asked.
"We went by stairs."
"So you went out the back of the building?"
"Yeah, back towards the north side." (the back door did face north. Loy was very exact when it came to directions.)
Larry, excitedly joined in the questioning.
"What did the back look like when you went out...when you
went out the back, north?"
"It was kind of empty-like. It looked like some kind of dock."
"Like a loading dock?"
"Was it concrete?"
"No, like a porch, kinda like a porch."
The three men looked at each other, and then at Loy. Larry was impressed with this small detail that the man had just related. How did this Indian know that in 1963 the Texas School Book Depository Building had on it's north side a loading dock? (It was later removed)
"This guy knows what he's talking about," Mark whispered to Larry. Loy added that when he went out the back no one was there, since everyone was out in front, watching the motorcade. Loy and the young woman got into a car and drove away from the scene. Loy was dropped off at the bus depot.
"The bus depot is where Oswald went after the shooting," Larry informed Mark.
Loy was getting very tired at this point, and so the interviewers decided to cut it short, and come back the next day, to which Loy agreed. At this point, before leaving, Mark exorted Loy to allow us to write a book about his involvement with the assassins, the truth about his wife's murder, and his life story. Loy consented, but insisted that if any story was written, it must contain the truth. Mark assured him that finding the truth was the very reason he had come all the way to Oklahoma.
The next morning the trio arrived at the hospital prepared to ask more questions, but were informed by the nursing staff that Factor no longer wished to see the visitors. Mark was disappointed, but was heartened when Larry reminded him that the Indian's reaction was quite normal, under the circumstances. He had probably pondered overnight about what he had told his three visitors, and had become afraid. We decided to give it a rest for a few weeks, then write a letter to him, requesting another interview. Under the circumstances, that was all we could do.
Weeks later, to our delight, Loy responded favorably to our request. He had been released from the hospital and was back home again. With Loy's fragile health temporarily in our favor, we made immediate plans to fly to Oklahoma!