Second ChanceChapter 50
When I got off the private jet in Fort Lauderdale, I need to get to my boat, so I asked the counter person to call me a car. It was just a few minutes later that a Lincoln SUV pulled up, and a liveried chauffer called my name. I gave her the address of the boat yard and settled back to enjoy the scenery. My mind kept going back to the murder of my One True Love. I felt a rage building inside that scared me just a little. For a long time, I enjoyed thinking about having Grayson Foster killed...