CHAPTER 143

ALEXANDER

“Darlene?” I puzzled as I sat in the cool air of the dark car, feeling my eyebrows scrunch up when I realized it was she who had been calling me.

I pressed to call button, waiting patiently for the ring of the call tune when the automated voice told me that the number was switched off.

Had something happened at home? Was my wife calling because she had seen the news? I hadn't thought about what her reaction to my little stunt would be, realizing I wasn't at all certain how she would take it.

A beast. That was what she would think of me, displaying the dead woman’s body like that for cheap shock, it was beneath me. Beneath the McKenzies, a man had to do what a man had to do.

”Goddammit,” I sighed, realizing I would have to settle for asking her when I got home and deciding it best to shelf the pit of worry that had opened in my stomach.

The drive to the manor was uneventful, with news crews overflowing into the asphalt as I pressed on the gas, feeling like each second would b