Chapter 14
Dylan’s stomach churned and his skin still felt like he’d run through acid rain.
The moon outside the window of the condo that overlooked the Atlantic Ocean illuminated the distant waves.
He glanced at his wife, who now slept peacefully beside him, and another shudder of dread from what might have happened today washed through him.
Sweat grew on his brow and he couldn’t sleep. He slipped out of bed, careful not to wake her.
The balcony off his patio offered the sound of soothing water.
As he stepped out, he tried a few deep breaths—he had to stop imagining Lois dead, and how he couldn’t get to her. The image of Arman simply shooting her in the head and her blood spilling onto the white marble of the lobby floor replayed, over and over.
He closed his eyes and listened to t
