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  2. Introduction by Grady Hendrix
  3. Acknowledgments
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Together we walked out into the crisp cold night, plumes of hot breath preceding us. I found I had nothing to say; I let myself be guided by his large hand in the middle of my back, letting the evening take its course. Surely She had something in mind.

DEDRICK “CAP” NICKS: “Angelina seemed like a nice girl. A little rough around the edges, maybe, but—hey, you gotta be, these days. Especially girls out on their own. They’ve got to be tough.

“She came by a couple of mornings, we sat and had coffee together. But she was always real tired after work. She came by at night a couple of times, too, you know, before her shift, but I was real busy then, and we didn’t get a chance to talk much, so we never really got to know each other. Hey, maybe that’s a good thing, huh?

“No, we just traveled in different circles. The Yacht Club wasn’t her kind of place, although it seemed so at first. She seemed fascinated. Well, hell, we old geezers are pretty fascinating, I must admit. But we weren’t her style. The young ones, they need to go for those tanned athletic young skiers. The tourists. They would be more to Angelina’s liking, I think.

“Hey, I was wondering if you could tell me. I mean I’ve leveled with you, and in my business you hear a lot of rumors. Is it true, I mean, did they really find all that, well, you know, all that stuff in her apartment after she left?”

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Fred’s apartment was beautifully decorated in expen­sive and tasteful furnishings. It looked like a magazine advertisement, complete with muted pastel colors, original artwork, and a sweeping view of the snow­-covered ski runs and the night-­lighted storybook village.

His two little dogs greeted him with wagging tails and wiggling bodies, snuffling and dancing their ex­citement. I felt like stepping on them, nasty little things. They surely sensed my opinion, for they completely ignored me, took their token loving and greeting from their master, then upon his order disap­peared into a far room of the apartment.

Then I had Fred’s attention. All of it.

His large hands seemed to cover every inch of me as he helped me off with my coat, and to my amaze­ment, I found myself moving into his caress, excitement raising goose bumps from toes to fingers, my nipples shrinking to hard little nuts. He poured two glasses of mineral water with slices of lemon, then dimmed the lights and we cozied on the couch to watch the view. I felt completely comfortable by his side; I was amenable and excited by his touch.

I was becoming a woman.