At the airport in Portland, Oregon, the passengers of flight 305 bound for Seattle heading to the boarding gate. Nobody pays attention to a man of forty years with an elegant design that is registered under the name of Dan Cooper. His eyes are hidden by tinted glasses. He is wearing a black raincoat, loafers and a dark suit. He holds in his hand a large attaché case. At the time, the airlines don’t look up their passengers. The man sits down at the back of…

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