“Do you know where she lived?” He could find out her address, but it was much easier if the woman could tell him.
“You know, I think I have the address written down. She and I used to exchange Christmas cards until we had a falling out. She was a nosey old bird before her daughter died, but afterward she became impossible. Death of a loved one can do that to a person.”
“Ma’am, I’m in a bit of a hurry.”
“Oh, yes…let me grab that for you.”
Flashes of Wynn ripped through his head.
All his life had been about his career and little did he know that the true meaning of his existence would show up at the house next door. It seemed everything came down to this moment—to Wynn’s survival. If anything happened to her, he’d lose many opportunities, mostly at being happy for the rest of his life. He needed her to know how much he loved her, and that he wanted to spend the rest of his life with her. How he wanted to have children with her, wanted them to create a legacy together.
No one fucked with his future…or the love of his life. No one. Lansing would fucking pay.