I feel quite refreshed. Thanks for the tip.”Ashok beamed with joy. He looked at his mother. She looked radiant. She was 45 years old, but looked not... a day over 35. She had managed to maintain her slender but well-endowed figure by regular exercise, and as a result, her breasts showed no sag despite bearing two children. She was nearly as tall as her son, who was a few inches less than six feet tall. Because of her height, her otherwise large breasts did not look overly large, and she carried. .. because when I woke up she was lying on the floor, man. She fucking killed herself, man! I didn't do anything to her, I swear!" Well now, we know she didn't shoot herself, don't we?" he said, gesturing with the pistol with its one spent round. "So if you didn't kill her, how was she able to kill herself?" She... she fucking OD'd man. She OD'd! I didn't kill her!" Julie told me that you were her source for drugs, Van. What did you give her that she could overdose and kill herself with?"Van. "Dr. Krelinov nodded, "Thank you. The courtesy is appreciated. You have been the source of much talk. It will be useful to let a few people know you are about. Anne can assist you with that. Shall we meet Monday at four?" This foreshadowed improved relations within my own department, which was not a bad place to start.I thanked Dr. Krelinov and turned Anne loose on the rumor mill. The whole event took less than five minutes. I spent more time walking to and back than anything else. The impact. She was looking through her binocs at a different angle."They're here. Two targets. Looks like men," Arti whispered. I couldn't really spin my rifle around to get a look through the scope. So I just looked where she was looking. It was dark; my eyes didn't come equipped with night vision, so I didn't see much. I did see some movement, though. They were keeping to the shadows.I looked back through the scope. The FBI guy was only marginally awake, I guess. In any event, he didn't see them. I felt.