Chapter 73

Tony began, “It’s Chillingsworth. I don’t know how to put this.” He paused for a long while. “He’s dead.”

There was silence in the room for several moments. Wren felt a kind of electrical charge in the air. This was serious. This was targeted. He thought, in that moment of stunned quiet, back to when he had asked Rufus how many escorts were in on the blackmail scheme.

He shivered when he thought of his response, “Three.” Two of them were dead. The owner of the escort service—dead. Wren looked over at Rufus, so alive, so vital. The killer would come for him next. Oh God, no.

It was Rufus who broke the silence. “When did this happen?”

“They found him this morning, in his condo. He had been stabbed. The apartment was a real horror show—enough blood splatter to keep Dexter busy for days. The coroner estimated that his time of death was sometime last night, during that big storm,” Tony said.

Wren leaned forward on the couch. “How do you know all this?”