It was almost five in the morning and still dark. He sat in the SUV, parked at the edge of Lake Eola Park in Orlando, staring at the Lexus. How many hours had he spent watching her house, her office, her car? He didn’t know. It didn’t matter. He was going to make her pay. ...
Al said. “They’re concessionaires. The shops, the Spa, the Photo Gallery, even the Medical Center, they don’t work for HCL.” “So how do you like working on a cruise ship?” Al took a sip of his coffee and smiled. “I like it. I’ve got a good cabin-mat...
