20
And That’s How It Was Done
For once, I drove. Alex was hardly in a state to walk a straight line, let alone drive. Although he’d had the presence of mind to grab the necklace and letters from the safe as we’d been leaving, as well as the bewitched rope. The box he’d left conspicuously behind, but he had returned it to the safe.
I texted emergency response with the cleanup request and 9-1-1 while Alex climbed into the car. Shirtless. That’s how exhausted he was. His tattoos were there for all the world to see, and he didn’t seem to care.
I started the Jeep. The faster we were both home, the better.
“I should feel a little bad about leaving a decapitated body in the driveway.”
Alex leaned his head back against the headrest and closed his eyes. “But you don’t.”
“Nah. The property is
