Mr. Sawyer. No, just a few, very few.
Mr. Belin. Is there anything else you can think of that occurred at the Texas School Book Depository that afternoon while you were there that might have any relevancy about where the shots came from, other than what you have told thus far?
Mr. Sawyer. Well, I had heard some of the officers come to me and said there was supposed to be, somebody told them about a woman that had taken some pictures of that window, and then one of the sergeants came to me, and I am not sure who the sergeant is now, but anyway he said that there was on the building immediately west—east, I am sorry—east of the Texas School Book Depository, that a man up in one of the upper windows up there was taking some moving pictures of what had gone on.
Mr. Belin. Did you ever contact this man? Do you know what his name is?
Mr. Sawyer. No; I don't know his name. The sergeant told me that the man would not give them the pictures, that he was waiting for the Secret Service or the FBI, I forget which now, and I sent the sergeant and two men back over there with instructions to bring that man and his pictures to me.
When they got back over there, Forrest Sorrels of the Secret Service was already there, and at least they so reported back to me, and was talking to this man.
So I told them to go ahead with their normal assignments and since Forrest was already there and talking to him, I knew that that part would be taken care of.
Mr. Belin. You don't know what his name was or what the results of it was?
Mr. Sawyer. I don't know.
Mr. Belin. Anything else?