"......so I called Dexter and told him to meet me at the cottage, then I told your father I wanted to take a trip to clear my head, he let me go and I drove straight there, explaining my predicament and the need to have a decoy. That's what I meant by putting someone's life in danger. If they walk into that house and find him there instead of me.... they will kill him." I concluded.
I'd really grown attached to Dexter, the little weasel, apart from being my friend and nerdy car doctor, he was like a brother to me. I didn't want to get him involved in this s**t and shed his innocent blood.
"He doesn't understand what's going on princess but he's willing to help."
She cupped my face, her eyes mirroring the sadness in mine. "After this is over, remind me to thank Dexter."
I gave her a we
