Back at my apartment, oh what an amazing feeling it was to call it 'my Apartment' I decided to call it a day and tuck up early in bed, hoping that Fri...ay would be a more productive day than Thursday had been.Episode Victor:Friday started like it usually did for me these days, shower followed by a light breakfast with a couple of cups of water to get me going. Decisions about what to wear where always quickly over come as I managed to find something to wear, in my ever growing wardrobe. Today. Connie gave me the pity look. "You will be damn glad you have it and know how to use it when all is said and done, Jean. Some of the people you're going to deal with are not very nice."I was shocked. "You mean to tell me these people—whoever they are—might shoot at me for doing my job?" Yes, that's exactly what I mean, and I want you to be able to shoot back. With intent to do grievous bodily harm at the very minimum." Jesus H. Christ on a teacart!" I said. "You're serious, aren't you?" You bet. Later that night, I told my dad what I had heard at the convenience store."Well, son. At least we know now that the vulture is in town. I don't want you mentioning this to your mom and especially to your sister," he emphasized."Okay, dad," I replied with a nod. He sighed and combed his fingers through his hair. His forehead wrinkled as he sat there deep in thought."Okay, Jeff. It looks like it's going to be up to me and you to keep a close eye on her. I know you like to hang out with your. We used to have a guy that came in here regularly that dressed up like Robin Hood, just like you, and that’s old news. A guy in a robe is nothing compared to that,” shrugged the woman.Laughing at the easy truth that she told, Ed said, “I just love small towns. They are so down to earth.”The two FBI agents stared at Ed in surprise, not knowing what to make of him. They had been warned to expect anything from him. Rich Martin, the second FBI agent, suggested, “Shouldn’t we be asking.