CHAPTER 164

ALEXANDER

I’d lost her, the bright red convertible of my wife’s car, between the sardine of cars that wove in between us on the highway.

“God-fucking-dammit!” I bellowed, slamming my hands on the steering wheel and gritting my teeth as panic wove through my eyelids until my vision was a pinhole of primly tarred lots and neon lights.

Where the hell had Darlene disappeared to? Had she known I was following her?

“No,” I shook my head, I had been careful to make sure I stayed out of sight, inching forward just enough to keep her in my periphery, until she vanished.

I rumbled the matte black wagon to a slow crawl, letting my eyes scan the dense lot of the side streets, doing a double take when I spotted the lime green BMW of my brother’s car.

“Frederick?” I rasped huskily, glancing at the blinking gold cursive of the digital clock and feeling the frown lines on my forehead deepen.

What was he doing here? Out so late? Prince Charles’ warnings about my brother’s meetings with Stefan McCoy r