Chapter Fifty-OneI had no idea what David's address was, only that he lived near Vicky. I didn't know his full name either, but not once did I doubt I wouldn't be able to find him.
It was late, so I didn't knock on anyone's door, didn't ring any bells. I checked backyards, dismissed the houses with toys and small swings, plastic swimming pools, the ones where I could hear people talking, or glimpsed a person or two in front of the window. I wasn't in a hurry. Every moment that passed build-up the adrenaline of the hunt, pumped my blood hotter. Made me savage, to a degree I've never been before.
After almost two hours of searching up and down the block, a guy stepped out of a house, about a block and half down from Vicky's brownstone. He had a car fob in a hand, a piece of paper on the ot
