"Nancy?" Ted asked, recognizing John's wife's voice. She sobbed louder. "Nancy, please. Calm down, calm down. Everything's going to be alright. We'll ...et Tyson cleared." Oh, Ted! He's dead! My John is dead!"Ted's heart nearly stopped. "What?" He's dead!" she cried. "Oh, dear God! First Tyson and now this! What am I going to do?!"Ted's head was spinning. "It's a mistake, it must be." Even as Ted said it, he knew it wasn't.Nancy took a deep breath, getting some semblance of control. "I'm sorry,. Sally was twenty when Patrick first set eyes on her. And let me be frank, she was not fantastically beautiful, although not plain either. I shall at this time skip the usual statistical details, and simply say, that when Sally smiled, she seemed to light up everything around her. The recipients of her smile, no matter what there mood, whether fair or ill, suddenly felt that the world was a better place than it had been a minute ago. One other feature I should like to point out to you, are. She told Donna and Gail. Gail told some girls in her gym class, and one of them told Richard Genner. Richard told me. That was a real shitty thing to do Mike."Tommy actually looked like he was going to cry. Mike tried to think of something to say to comfort his friend without having to actually lie to him."Well, I don't know what she said, and that's her business, what she says. We broke up last week, and you can have her if you want her." You're not going to admit it are you? Too chicken shit. Of course, it couldn't last!Somebody decided to take advantage of the situation by robbing one of the more prosperous banks in town. A certain Mr. Butch Udall thought that he and a few of his closest friends (well, the only two other people in town who were stupid enough to listen to his wild schemes) decided to relieve The Market Street Bank and Trust Co. of some of its assets late one night.The plan was to kidnap the bank's owner and force him to open the vault for them late at night when.