Gibson shouted Eric I will see you in detention.I just smiled and said you sure will. The end of the day came and I showedfor Mr. Gibsons detention j...ust like I was told. As I sat down I continuedto smile and Mr. Gibson asked why I was so happy. I told him that I justfelt like today was a good day. About 10 minutes passed and I had pulledout my cellphone laughing at the pictures I had taken. Mr. Gibson demandedthat I show him what I was laughing at so I walk up to his desk and askedhow did. Since everyone knew where everyone else was going to be, when they were in position, Rob could see his father's position. They communicated with hand signals. Bob indicated his watch and signaled one minute. Rob passed the signal on to Frank and Charles. They all knew that Bob's signal would be the first shot. He would take out the man on the high seat.The tension mounted as the clock counted down. Bob fired. The man on the Conestoga fell off, dead. The deadly rain of lead only lasted about. All of the apartments were two bedroom units, with a small balcony, and Ed used one bedroom as an office. His "office" looked like someone stood in the doorway and threw everything into it. Ed's apartment was on the top floor and he had a very good view of the city and the breeze kept the small patio cool in the summer. Every tenant had 2 assigned parking spots so Ed kept his vehicles he used for surveillance at parking lots around town, lots usually owned by ex-clients or friends.Ed got out of. He nodded his head, bent down to my level and handed me a piece of paper and explained that I was to write my mobile number on it. I asked him what for, and he explained it was for Rosetta, at the bar. I looked at him and then around him to her.I fixed her gaze. She smiled and tipped her head to one side; though it was definitely not an ordinary smile.I looked at the barman for a while, but I know that I was only stalling; my mind working out permutations and combinations of all the.