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The flight arrives in New York’s JFK at 7:07 in the morning.
Fifteen minutes early thanks to a
lighter than usual headwind, or so the captain politely informs us.
I have a choice here. I can
immediately head into the city and surprise my ex-wife and daughter now, or I
can head upstate to finish the job I started days ago. Truth is, there never
was a choice. I want to see my daughter more than anything in the world. But I
know that I cannot be hers entirely. Not until I nail the lid shut on this
mystery … This chase.
That in mind, I take a cab into the
city and hop a train for Albany at Penn Station.
All during the train ride north, my
eyes staring outside onto the Hudson River as the train winds its way along the
banks, I can only wonder if my instincts are going to serve
