I followed her red convertible BMW into the heart of North Albany, or what was better known as the hamlet of Loudonville—the ritziest section of the city. I’m not sure what it was I was feeling, what exactly was cruising through my veins. It was a sort of energy. Not a passion necessarily but a need. Sure, as an investigator, I wanted to dig some information out of Tracy regarding the sudden and unexplained death of her late fiancé all those years ago. But I wanted something more, too. In a word, I wanted a release. Or maybe release was putting it too mildly. Right now. Right this very minute, Val was in the arms of another. What I wanted was revenge. Tracy might have been older than me, but she was also an attractive woman. If the opportunity presented itself, I was going for it.
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