Christopher
The tires screech as I pull into the long driveway of my estate.
The roaring engine echoes my frustration, but it does nothing to calm me.
How the hell did James Alexander find out that Elizabeth is missing?
The thought loops in my head like a bad song, over and over, until I want to scream.
It doesn’t make sense. I planned this perfectly. Every move, every detail—I was meticulous. Yet somehow, James, that smug bastard, knows something.
I slam my fist against the steering wheel, the sharp pain grounding me for a moment.
“s**t!” I scream, my voice echoing in the car.
I pull up to the house and kill the engine, but I don’t move.
I sit there, my mind racing. James Alexander wasn’t supposed to be in the picture.
Not now.
I made sure Elizabeth was isolated, didn’t I?
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