CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
Mackenzie woke at 6:45 the following morning to the sound of an incoming text. She was already awake, dressed in her underwear. She checked the message and her heart dropped to see it was from Ellington.
Heading home. I’ll call you later today to check in.
She thought about calling him right then and there. She was well aware that she’d acted like an immature jilted teenager yesterday. Hell, she hadn’t really even been rejected. Ellington had simply stayed true to his character, adding faithful husband to his long list of admirable characteristics.
In the end, she let it go. She still felt embarrassed but more than that, she felt defeated. And that was not something she felt very often. The killer was still out there and they were no closer to catching him than they h
