That was at least the story told to me by Bullrider.So when all the shit started to happen, even if they had time to try to lock the vault and the off...ice door, nothing was going to work for them. It was going to be a giant cluster fuck for them. Again that was according to Bullrider. I had some really sad secondary plans but I was counting on the great hacker to know his shit.I spent two hours charging and listening to the latest world news. It was ironic that two great countries were debating. The truck bounced along the country road and as the men smoked their cigarettes, Ellen's glance returned again and again to the smaller man in dreadful fascination. A long narrow welt-like scar curled across one of his thin cheeks, and his long black unkempt hair shone greasily in the moonlight. The smoke grew thicker and thicker over her face until she thought she would choke. Then Billy jokingly forced the strong smelling cigarette to her mouth and made her puff on it, and she broke into a. "Why did you ask that, Brad?"Brad hesitated. "Um, I'm not sure. I guess ... well, this is legal, right? I don't want to get in trouble with the cops, you know?" Brad, you've trusted Gina to this point, haven't you?" Huh? Oh, well, yeah, of course! I mean, why wouldn't I?" She's never steered you wrong, has she?" Not at all. Man, she's been the best thing that's happened to me for awhile." Exactly. And this is just part of that. It all makes sense."Brad nodded. "Yeah, I guess it does. Heh, maybe. He was still chuckling as I left.“See you soon Christopher!” he called as I walked to my car.Betty must have been looking out for my car because the front door was open before I got to it. Her anxious face searched mine for signs of hope. I looked suitably serious and walked past her into the lounge. She followed and collapsed into her armchair. Years of interviewing suspects had taught me all about how to gain and keep control of an interview so I remained standing, looming over Betty as she.