Also, Tammy had phoned the previous Friday that nationwide raids of all of the identified Syndicate members was scheduled to start that weekend, and t...e Monday morning AM news station was reporting 'sweeping raids on a nationwide drug syndicate'. It looked to be the start of a great week.I wasn't unduly disturbed by Allison's absence though until it became Wednesday evening and I had not received any telephone callbacks to the messages I had left either her and Myra. No one was answering the. In any event, he didn't see them. I felt bad for the guy."They each have a gun. Looks like silencers," Arti said. I didn't think this was the right time to point out that there's no such thing as a silencer. Noise suppressor, or just suppressor was the right term.When they got within my target range, I focused on one of them. POP. My gun went off through the open window. One of them was down, and I was shifting my target to number two. The FBI man heard my target fall heavily to the ground, and. ? ?Were you shocked?? She was still speaking quietly ?No?.well yes, I guess I was a little. Are they yours?? Hesitation ?Yes, they are.? Finally she responded Again there was a silence on the phone, and I must admit visions ofbeautiful Betty getting spanked by her husband, Frank, flashed across my brain.I silently chastised myself for being so perverted. I quickly changed the topicof conversation and nothing more was said that night or when we met for coffeethe next week, although I sensed. What made things worse was there was no goodbye, no sharing a cuppabefore she went and the first Angie knew that Val had left was the soundof the front door as it was closed and none to quietly at that. Angiewas straight onto the phone to speak to Lynn, but there was no reply andshe sat at the table, alone in the kitchen just worried to death thatthe whole thing had gone tits-up so to speak and there was nothing shecould do about it.?+++++Lynn was angry after Angie had left. It wasn't so much.