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It hurt to think of her now. But the all consuming
grief and red, hot rage and pain had lessened as the years went by.
Maybe she had exercised her rage on Giles Rosenthal and Thomas
Riley. There were three more to go according to her plans. She had
chosen the top five monsters to exact vengeance on.
    But now she just felt empty. Finished.
It wasn’t helping her, and the more she killed the better chances
someone would find her, arrest her, or kill her.
    Maybe I just need to recuperate. Riley
was a difficult kill. If she turned her mind to a different task
for awhile she’ll be back to normal.
    A task like Tyler Malone and Sergeant
Alexander Jackson would help with that. Isa prowled around her
penthouse, thinking and rethinking the best approach for Jackson.
If she just continued dropping things in his lap with no
explanations he would get fed-up and demand to know how she got the
information.
    Isa jogged up the short flight of
stairs to her office. In any case she needed to gather the
information from London that Sgt. Jackson requested. She wasn’t
worried about giving it to him. There was no one left alive that
could connect her to Thomas Riley.
     

Chapter 6
     
    He sat staring out of his library
window in Lenox Hill. Malone had been arrested which meant Malone
had been sloppy, which also meant he had been sloppy. He didn’t
like that one bit. Not from his managers and not from himself. What
had Malone been doing in The Inferno? He hadn’t authorized
that.
    Turning to the man standing in shadow
in the corner of the room, he said, “Find him.” The shadow moved
immediately and disappeared.
    He turned back to his desk and
unlocked the second drawer. From it he pulled a file that was well
worn. He opened it and took out his favorite pictures of Isadora.
He put those aside and searched for the information about The
Inferno. He needed to get to the bottom of this.
     

Chapter 7
     
    The phone call came the next morning.
Alex was still asleep after a long day. Isa said she had the
information he requested and he could come retrieve it at any
time.
    He heaved himself up off the bed and
into the shower. Stepping out five minutes later, he threw on a
t-shirt and jeans, his boots, leather jacket and a beanie in
deference to the cold and headed to his car.
    He pulled into traffic; he knew where
she lived after running her information. Swank Building in West
Village. Nice neighborhood for younger people. Expensive building
because he knew she had money. Her information listed her as worth
$40 million, USD. That didn't count foreign accounts he couldn't
get access to at the moment.
    He cussed at a bus pulling into his
lane, swerved around it and punched the gas. He made it in good
time; even found a parking spot not that far from the building. He
hoofed it the door and rang the buzzer.
    “ Yes,” said a voice
clearly not Isadora’s.
    “ Sergeant Jackson to see
Ms. La Beau.”
    The door buzzed open and Alex grabbed
it. He took the elevator to the top floor, penthouse. Rich, he
thought again. He couldn’t wait to look around her place and see
how she lived. Curiosity was a cops’ innate nature.
    The door was opened by a slightly
older woman with shoulder length dark brown hair, brown eyes and
bright red lipstick. He couldn’t quite place the accent, maybe
French.
    “ Ms. La Beau will be right
down,” she said, leading him to the sitting area in front of the
glass wall. Alex couldn’t help but be impressed. His eyes were
zinging back and forth trying to capture every detail to file away
for later.
    The art on the walls was some form of
Asian writing scrawled in big black letters on white canvases. The
grey marble fireplace was lit and Alex could smell the wood
burning. There were no pictures of family or friends, or even of
her.
    The sofa and chairs were white. It was
a sterile place but there was a lack of clutter that Alex
appreciated, and the furniture was antique as far as he could tell
but that was it. He didn’t