Dexter sighed rubbing his eyes over and over again with the back of his hand.
He leaned against the walls of the elevator, as it made its way up towards Hugh’s penthouse and Dexter stood back, waiting for the doors to open directly in the pent house.
He held his phone in his hands, looking down at the screen, where the red beacon, pointed out over and over again, signaling where Charlie currently was and Dexter was in much relief, that Charlie was safe inside the hotel room.
So, Far!
Dexter wouldn’t be lying if he said that he didn’t trust Celeste at all.
The sudden honeymoon plan, did tell Dexter that the woman was up to something.
He didn’t go his own self with Charlie, because of Charlie’s inconsistent behavior of listening to what Dexter had to suggest to him.
But Dexter couldn
