What does he want to talk about?" You have to ask him. He just asked me to call you." All right, put him on." Larry? I'm sorry that I beat you up. You...aren't hurt bad are you?" No, I'm all right." When you didn't come to school on Monday, I felt bad. I didn't even mean to fight with you." What happened then? I mean, I'm walking across the street to join you, so we can walk to school together, and the next thing you're beating on me even after I said 'give'." I told you why I was doing it.". Never fired my weapon in anger." What did you do in the Navy?" The last two years, I did force protection." How many shots did you fire?" Five." You're sure?" Yes," he replied."How do you know?" Only had two left when I unloaded." You unloaded?" the detective questioned."It was the polite thing to do," Waylon didn't want to get the patrol officer in any trouble.He went over it again a couple of more times with the detectives. They tried approaching it from different angles, but his story didn't. "What sounds good Stacy?" Lacey asked as she dug into her purse. "Thereare a few good places here."After a quick look around the pair found themselves in line at one of thelocal pizza stands. "So what do you think so far?" Lacey asked Stacy ina quiet whisper. "Any fun targets?"Stacy smiled and pointed towards a group of young boys, no older than 13,who were laughing and attempting to flip up the dress of a young girlaround the same age."Those little shits!" Lacey said in a hushed whisper.. "Ahem..." He looked at Bobby and noddedtoward a smaller table in the corner. Bobby didn't pick up on thehint. He took a more direct approach, "Bobby, we are taking a workinglunch and the main conference room is busy, so we are meeting here, canyou slide over to the smaller table in the corner to make room for us?"Bobby looked up and nodded. "Sure Mr. B." He gathered up his sandwichand drink and moved to the corner table.Bearstein took out a handkerchief from his breast pocket and.