CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE
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Peter had already been waiting a few hours at the Frederick I-70 rest stop the pair were using as their rendezvous point when Angie arrived later that night. She pulled the truck in next to the Avalon, and though she looked drawn and exhausted, Peter had never recalled finding her more beautiful as they embraced. They remained wrapped in each other’s arms for some time, Peter unwilling to let go of her.
“How was it confronting Garrou?” Angie asked finally, pulling back to look up at Peter. “Seeing him face-to-face again, speaking to him?”
Peter thought for a moment, then said, “You know, I went in there with this big smile on my face feeling so powerful after what you told me. I toyed with him and pissed him off so much I thought his head was going to explode!”
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