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Jack had seen the garage light go on during his last pass. It finally must have dawned on Bolton to check for Dawn's car. Now he'd either settle down and wait—assuming he was sure she'd show up—or go looking for her.
Betting on the latter, Jack had pulled around the corner and waited where he had a view of the house. Turned out to be a short wait.
Sure enough, a minute later Bolton came storming out and drove off, chirping his tires as he accelerated. He looked like he had a destination in mind.
Jack followed. If Bolton knew where Dawn was hiding, Jack wanted to be there when they met up.
He trailed him out of town onto the Grand Central where he headed north. When he switched over to the Deegan, still going north, Jack had a pretty good idea where he was headed. When he segued onto the Thruway, Jack was sure.
Destination: Rathburg.
And the only reason he'd be heading there tonight would be to see the author—the supposed author—of that letter.
You wanted to see what a provoked Bolton would do, Dr. Vecca? Well, lady, you're about to find out.