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Natalie had left fifteen minutes earlier, and he spent that time unproductively. His training was not standing him in good stead. They had trained him to chase after criminals, to build a case against them, put them behind bars and if necessary, shoot them. He had been trained to handle victims and to work a crime scene but what they had failed to teach him was how to take revenge. They had forgotten to train him how to handle it when someone you love is brutally murdered by a madman who wants your attention. They had failed to train him to deal with a woman who was both insane and his only hope.
It took what seemed an eternity before he was able to pull himself together. He stood up, squared his shoulders and set up the tape recorder. He had one more phone call to make. After making
