The Sweet Stench Of Revenge. Part 10 (Conclusion).

I had arranged to have McKlusky come to my apartment building thirty minutes after his marriage counselling session that Tuesday evening. The timing was a little tight, but I knew he would make an excuse and hurry over to my apartment building.

That afternoon I had finalised the last few details of my apartment and flight to Miami, and unknown to McKlusky I was booked on the…