CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
DEE AWOKE IN THE WEE hours of the morning and grabbed her buzzing phone from Winston’s nightstand.
Unknown number
She crept out of bed, careful not to wake Winston and snuck into the hallway. “Hello?” she whispered.
“Hello, Deidra.”
It can’t be.
She smashed her hand over her mouth to stifle her scream. “Who is this?”
“Deidra, it’s me.” The person snickered. “Jonathan.”
“You sick fuck.” She moved toward the linen closet. “Jonathan’s dead. Is this your idea of a joke?”
“Hold on.”
A sound alerted her of a video call.
Dee pushed the button and Jonathan’s face came on the screen. “Ooh!” She covered her mouth to catch the scream.
He had on black exercise pants with no shirt. “It’s about four a.m. here in Wales.” He stretched his athletic arms. “We’re five hours ah
