Chapter 143. Mr. Rogers

Dexter

The artist I sent for arranged the canvas on a plain table, and then placed the color pallet beside it while I watched Dante closely.

He clamped his lower lip between his teeth, and his eyes kept darting around. I could tell that he was nervous, but I didn't care. His open display of anxiety got me wondering how I employed him.

My guards were supposed to be fit all the time and able to hide their fears.

"Are you ready?" Luke asked after setting up a little studio in the warehouse.

We were still in the warehouse as we couldn't afford to go to the hospital because I wasn't in the right frame of mind to go through their draining question-and-answer session.

Wyatt had left already, as his girlfriend kept blowing up his phone with numerous calls. I'd sent a text to Melissa to congratulate her on her new position.

It was the only news that cheered me up after hearing the real truth from Dante.

"Do I have any other choice?" He