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Now, I'd known my wife along time and there were some things she didn't do. Paling after a conversation was one of them. Whether it was because of her enhanced senses or, an innate ability to read body language in people or, perhaps just women’s intuition it was very hard to catch her flat-footed like that.

"What's up?" I asked.

"That was Tasha." She said, shocked.

"The woman from Vermont? You two have been kind of friendly lately."

"Yeah...she just told me what her ex-husband used to do." I didn't ask, on a level I didn't want to know. I rose and crossed to her, a hand on her shoulder. "What are you going to do?" I asked already fishing in my pocket for the car keys.

"What do you think I'm going to do!" I had a pretty good idea and knowing the reaction he'd gotten out of her just by passing by? I found it hard to feel sorry for him. You had to be a pretty lousy guy to get that type of reaction out of her without even trying.

"Anything I can do?" I asked offering her the keys but, she refused them as she rose.

"No. You stay here. I'm going to take the more direct route."

"When do you think you'll be back?" I asked, more curious than anything.

"Late tomorrow?" She offered.

"Hey. Take care." I said pulling her into a hug. "Call me if you need anything."

"I will." She said with a smile and kissed me briefly before she slipped out to the balcony and off into the night sky. Headed north.

Ordinarily driving from New York to Brattleboro took four hours, without traffic and without stopping. With Amber taking the more direct approach, she was back on the ground in three.

She surveyed the property as she strode up to the porch. Each step illuminated only by the pale moonlight and her keen sense of vision. Someone had hauled the truck up out of the ravine, not that she could understand why. She'd been more than thorough when she sent it down there. Something stirred in the doghouse and it tugged at her heartstrings to see the sorry excuse for an animal that stepped out circled its' yard once and went back inside for warmth. It was getting too cold for man or beast to be out and about in this weather. She stepped on the porch and pounded loudly on the door, heedless of the time. One A.M. meant nothing to her and she could care less if she disturbed this pricks sleep. Deep down she hoped she had. She pounded on the door again, rattling the thin sliver of wood in its’ frame and waited for him to attend to her or, at least the noise. The first knock had gotten him up and out of bed. The second had put him on the stairs and shouting a string of profanities. She smirked as she raised her fist and pounded a third, impatient time. It was probably wrong to enjoy what she was about to do. Then again he was about to get his just desserts. Which, from what Tasha had said, were a long time in coming.

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