I wish I could see the look on his face, she thought viciously. Her mouth watered as she imagined how satisfying his apprehension would be. They'd spent days tracking and locating him, long days feeding only on hope, weak leads, and the desire for revenge. Now they would have him -- served -- on a platter, so to speak.
But what if it all amounts to nothing? a small voice asked inside her head.
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