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Cold Vengeance

The city was uncommonly quiet, even though summer nights are usually busy. The throngs of people that usually cram the broad sidewalks have taken refuge from the heavy, damp air. The absence of strollers meant there was little reason to cruise the sparsely populated downtown strip. The curb-cruisers in their air-conditioned cars returned to their parents’ homes in the tree-lined suburbs.

Three blocks west, the broad, ornate avenue is divided northbound from southbound by islands of gardens, lawns, and commemorative statuary. Both sides of the busy boulevard are lined with hospitals and embassies. The embassies had few lighted windows. Most windows of the hospitals showed the soft glow of nightlights, and a few were brightly lit. These would be offices where doctors were at work on administrative responsibilities.

Doctor Aylene Delaney stood at her office window. She looked through her own reflection at the skyline of lights and towers. The city is always busy, even at eleven o-clock. How do so many people have so much to do so much of the time, she wondered.

I suppose if one has a desire to do things, there are many things from which to choose. Aylene Delaney looked across at the windows of hospitals across the wide boulevard and wondered if any of the scattering of lighted offices were also occupied by people with no desire to be with people.

Aylene had become a wonderfully skilled, dedicated doctor. She and her sister Darlene had indulged themselves in many of the options that are open to wealthy, beautiful young women. Their partying was financed by their doting, industrialist single father. They did a turn as volunteers in Biafra. They went on to tend hospitalized wildlife in Montana. As they grew into their twenties, they returned to Toronto to be near their ageing father. At the same time, they began to grow apart from each other.

Aylene was a year older than her sister. She was devoted to their father, and used her intelligence to acquire a high level of education, driven by a sense of responsibility to her father and the care she planned to give him. She also had a desire to be prepared to assume her father’s responsibilities to his business. He was owner/president of AyDa Pharmaceuticals. His patents and manufacturing facilities had made him – and his daughters – very wealthy.

Darlene had no interest in furthering her education, or in her legacy. She didn’t even know that she was a millionairess. From their first week back in Toronto, while Aylene was applying to universities, Darlene was hanging around Yonge Street and Dundas Square, looking for trouble. She found it in the person of Sylvester Tedesci. He broadened her already varied life experiences into darker, more exciting areas of society.

End of part one

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