Chapter 6
He sat and watched the building where the Flahertys lived. He had watched Alicia arrive with her bodyguards. She'd had a rather lengthy discussion with them then turned and walked into the building.
The bodyguards sat back in their car. Was Alicia going out again? Well, he could wait and find out. He had nothing but time and Alicia's comings and goings were of utmost importance to him.
After about an hour, Alicia emerged from the building. She looked radiant. Her hair, which had been worn up earlier today, was now loose and wavy around her shoulders. Beneath her coat, which she wore open, he could glimpse a red turtleneck and black pants. She wore black, high-heeled pumps. In her left hand she carried a fancy duffel bag. Where was she going? Did she plan to spend the night? He watched as one of the bodyguards got out and took her bag. He put it into the trunk then stepped over to help Alicia into the car. As the unmarked sedan roared to life and started to pull away from the curb, he put his own car into gear and pulled out after it, being careful to allow one or two cars to get in between him and his quarry.
The unmarked sedan traveled downtown for several miles, then turned off into a quiet, tree-lined street on the border between Chelsea and the Village. It pulled up in front of a beautifully preserved brownstone. He pulled into a spot in front of a hydrant and put on his hazards. He watched as the same bodyguard got out, helped Alicia out of the car and opened the trunk to retrieve her bag. Alicia took it from him and gestured to the building. After a bit more discussion, she started up the steps and rang one of the bells. When the door buzzer sounded, she pushed open the door with her hip and waved at the bodyguards who waved back. Once she entered and the door closed, the sedan pulled out. He watched as the sedan reached the corner. Once it was out of sight, he pulled his car up to the front of the building and got out. He walked up the steps and looked at the names on the bell. He felt the onset of a blind rage stir within him as he stared at one name in particular. Goren.
"You bitch, you whore," he whispered hoarsely. She'd gone to him. She couldn't wait to be with him again. After all he'd done for her to prove himself, to prove his love for her, she went running back to that damn cop.
"We'll see about this, you bitch. It's time to leave you another little token of my love, Alicia." He turned and walked down the steps. He climbed back into his car and sped off into the rapidly falling night.
