Calculated Remorse

I called my private detective and asked him to find where Brenda was. It took him three hours to track her down—he sent me the address. She was holed up in a cheap motel on the edge of New York.

I arranged a quick flight to New York as soon as I got the address. The plane touched down just after dawn, but by the time the rented black sedan pulled into the motel parking lot, dusk had already settl