Noticing as he scans the last item. I place the bag into the trolley and I reach for my handbag to start looking for my purse. I pull all my items out... placing them on the belt and I can find everything but my purse. Raising my hand to my head, I cry out, “Oh God, no...” Realising I must have left it on the kitchen bench in my rush. He looks at me telling me the total amount I owe and then notices the distressed look he asks, “What’s wrong?” I tell him what has happened and offer to call a. "Both of you get dressed." I handed each of them their clothes after I checked all of the pockets, there wasn't anymore of my stuff in them. Curtis did have a small bag of pot in his jeans, I considered keeping it, but I didn't. After they dressed I led them at gunpoint to the front door. "If I see either of you two in this neighborhood again I'll invite all of my boys over to pull a train on both of your asses. Now get the fuck out of here!" I watched as they left my driveway and started. " I hate being helpless!" Freidal said, his anger not even thinly veiled. "Each time I was wounded I would tell myself I'd be more careful next time, because it's really awful lying in a bed, unable to so much as scratch yourself. This is no different!" The final victory is going to go to the side that makes the fewest mistakes. We keep frustrating them and that's good. The problem with that though, is that they only have to succeed once in an assassination attempt, whereas we have to stop them. It was a local cop, just checking the area.There were a lot of questions from him, he took Jack’s ID but I had nothing to show him. We wound up outside of the car for a while, there were more questions. He knew who Jack was because it as a smaller town. During the conversation he became aware of who I was, questioned us about the relationship and wanted to know more. He did come to realize that I was the one who spent some time in the ABS’s but not so much now, because of dating Jack. In the.