On the Friday Max and I were in the local diner when two gunmen tried to pull a stick-up. xxx The top sheet shows an aerial view of the Bascomb Quarry. He was lying face down and the exit holes from the huge projectiles were a dead giveaway. I knew he would. There was also more than a ton of marijuana baled in plastic. She’s totally helpless now so she needs you as much as we do…probably more.” I watched silently as she spoke to Max and it was clear that he understood. Minutes later I was on the way. I did return to the shooting booth on Thursday afternoon shortly before taking a cab to the airport with Lucy and Max.
