She is just making me sweat, trying to getsomething out of me."What is it Mom?" I asked, heart rushing again."I was making myself a chicken sandwich. ...ould you like one?" sheasked."Yes, mom. That would be great," I said.I did it. I got away with all of it again.Mom finished making our food, handed me mine, kissed me on the foreheadand said "Here you go sonny boy. I'm taking mine upstairs and going toget ready for bed. Sleep tight."I sat there for a few moments, kind of in a daze just eating. All in all, it was as pleasant as any gentleman's club.Much of the talk was of the current national financial situation and whether the railroad would ever come to town. The previous year's mini financial panic had them worried that the railroad might run out of money before it could reach this far. They hoped that the current rosier financial picture would help the railroad recover, because the town needed the railroad if it were ever to amount to anything. In the meantime, there were three. I rushed down to meet Bart. He drove his truck toward the farm. We rode up and down the roads around Catfish Farm looking for cars that were too fancy, too clean, or rentals. I had no idea what the FBI was doing, but I knew we were doing all we could. By that time I was sure that Roman knew the transfer was for ten bucks.The burner phone rang. It was Wilson. "I followed the trail all the way to Kiev." Russia," I asked."Actually the Ukraine. Also one of the Mecca's for hackers. They are going to. Thinking what will Joan look like ...moms going to be fucking amazing...and Liz...with those globes...l nearly shot my load.....the day arrived...l was always looking at the clock...wanting it to speed up to 7...l got ready,had a shower....l just wore.trousers,black....a nice blazer..and a tie...pale blue shirt....looked quit good....got to moms..7pm...l knocked the door..l heard music and the sound of voices...coming from the back...l popped round...went through...l was met by the most amazing.