Tracking Hearts (Taylor Industries #3)

Prologue

A fter more than twenty years, everyone believes I should be over it, but how do you get over losing the other half of your soul?

They expected me to raise a younger version of the person I lost without continuing to grieve.

The world was happy to shut the case even faster than I closed the lid of the coffin, but that’s not how this works.

I tried their way. I tried to get over it, move on, and build a new life, but when the love is as true and pure as ours was, the gaping chasm left after such a loss becomes a breeding ground for infection and misery. I’ve been living with that poison for more than two decades, and now it’s trying to steal away the only person I have left.

I won’t let it.

I want revenge. I crave retribution. I’ll settle for enough money to buy a new life for the innocent child whose world was destroyed way back then.

Loverboy: I found a buyer, but you have to get the code.

Matchmaker: It’s not just about the code. I want my revenge.

Loverboy: Taking their money and living the life of your dreams is a great revenge.

Matchmaker: You don’t know how I’ve suffered.

Loverboy: And you don’t know what the fuck you’re doing.

Loverboy: Can you get the code or not?

Matchmaker: Yes but I want two-thirds of the payout.

Loverboy: You were just saying the money isn’t important.

Matchmaker: I said I want more than money.

Loverboy: Whatever. We split the money or we don’t work together.

Matchmaker: How much?

Loverboy: Depends what seller I go with. I got more than one offer.

Matchmaker: Sell to the highest bidder.

Loverboy: China it is, but do not fuck this up or we’re all dead

Matchmaker: You worry about the deal. Let me take care of getting the code.

I know I’m dealing with the devil, but angels abandoned my family long ago. Demons are all that remain in my world.

My only hope is to offer something better to my son. Money can’t replace a parent, but after all he’s suffered, buying his freedom is the least the Taylor family can do.

If I play this right, I might be able to inflict the same pain onto Katrina Taylor that her family bestowed upon me. Then we can return to where we began, but I’ll be the one acting as the perfect host while she roils in agony.