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man's torso, confirming the hazy outline of a large handgun at the man's side.
    If Adam expanded his view, he knew it would hardly be the only concealed weapon on the street. Still, with the dark glasses, clenched jaw, and off-the-rack clothing, this man oozed more death than the Grim Reaper.
    He was here for business, but his business was not fashion. Adam watched him move on down the street and made a mental note which building he entered. Maybe he was looking for a private security position. The designers with serious clout were more than a little paranoid and they employed extensive security entourages to protect their private empires.
    Hours later, when she should have been heading home to change clothes for an evening with her friends, Vaccaro remained in her showroom. He would have been worried if not for the consistent activity on her computer and phone.
    Still, in the time he'd been watching her, she kept her word and her schedule. Instincts dancing with anticipation, Adam ditched the suit and changed back to the more functional jeans, dark sweater, and leather jacket.
    He followed her to her apartment and less than half an hour later, she emerged, dressed head to toe in black, her oversized purse clutched to her shoulder. She moved quickly, down the block, but she was looking all around her as if she sensed she was being followed.
    Oh yeah. Definitely up to something.
    Adam gave her a little more room, keeping an eye out for Galloway or someone in his employ. No one they passed seemed overly interested in her and she was alone when she entered a residential building with a bright s mile for the doorman.
    Maybe she was h anding off the data to Galloway in some posh penthouse loft.
    " Well good evening, Miss Vaccaro!" The doorman pulled the tall glass door open wide for her. Like everyone else she interacted with, he seemed to adore her. "You're visiting later than usual."
    "I can't believe it's after midnight!"
    "Business must be good. "
    "Never better," she replied. " I meant to get over here earlier. Hopefully the plants won't hold it against me."
    "Surely not." With a broad smile, he closed the door behind her.
    Adam wasn't familiar with the address, but clearly the staff here was familiar with her. Who had she come to see, the partying friend? If so, this gave new meaning to fashionably late. Maybe this was one more branch on the Vaccaro family tree.
    He had to know which it was. No margin for error here.
    "Merry Christmas, Miss Vaccaro!"
    " It sure will be. Give my best to your wife," she replied.
    He walked on by, blowing into his hands to hide his face as he passed the doorman and saw her slide a key into a mailbox in the vestibule. The vacant home of a friend on holiday would be an inspired place to make the exchange. Galloway was good at finding the places that would be most incriminating for everyone but himself.
    Adam knew he was close.
    After all these years, to have revenge almost in sight gave him a chill that had nothing to do with the weather. The agonizing over-stimulation of the city would be worth it.
    Seven years of waiting, of enduring ridiculous physical hardships would be worth it. Soon he could drop the burden of disgrace and settle the score.
    He turned at the block, heading for the side entrance while his mind worked through the cause and effects he would encounter on his way to intercept her.
    Seven years of patience had led him to this precise moment.
    For the first time in his life, he felt a small dose of holiday cheer.
     
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    Selena slid the last key into the third lock and jiggled it the way Renata taught her. It was an old deadbolt, but functional. She still couldn't believe she was about to rob her cousin. Maybe she could talk her way out of a breaking and entering charge since she had the key. The potential disgrace to the family if she got caught was big, but letting Galloway hurt Renata was far worse.
    If Galloway had fooled her with that picture, if it wasn't Renat a tied to