”“Ok! Well I will contact a friend in the FBI and see what is known by them. I am assuming that Lynn is not Lynn’s name. Please email her name t... me ASAP at this email address. It is a very secure system. I will get back to you as soon as I can.”“Thanks Bobby. Lynn is as scared of the mob as she is of the FBI. Please don’t put her in danger.”“No problem.” Bobby said as he left. I looked at Bosco and nodded my head towards my car. Once inside I let loose.“I WANT THAT MOTHERFUCKER DEAD! I want to. “No baby, it’s nothing that normal, it’s…well kinda difficult to explain really, but I um…” “For Pete’s sake, will you just come out and say it. That is of course if it isn’t you’re a monk and sworn to celibacy or have had it cut off.” She laughed nervously, trying to lighten to mood and alleviate the tension his difficulty to articulate was creating.“I change a bit.” His statement couldn’t have been any vaguer.“So you cross dress? Is that it?” Sal was getting a little alarmed at what her. " Oh. So ... who was the first?" We're not sure yet," Shannon admitted. "We think maybe Lyn, but Olivia was definitely the first to act on her new conditioning. We're still analyzing the data."Megan was confused, so Shannon continued, "The three of you were chosen because you fit a profile we wanted to test. Olivia was a leader type, Lyn was a wild card. You were a follower type. It made sense, we thought, for a follower type to be the first to integrate the conditioning. I guess that's why you. But that was not going to happen any time soon. So I worked.At 2:10 Monday morning I got an email message: “My Prince,” followed by a code word. It meant my paternal grandfather, the Patron, had a use for my services. To be clear, serving him was my primary responsibility, the gang was a hobby and the law firm was recreation. At least, that was the Patron’s view.It would not wait since it seemed I was going to kill a friend. It would also screw up my day. My friend’s day would be worse of.