Chapter 82

Dexter

I tapped my fingers restlessly on a table beside me, creating a troubled rhythm. For the umpteenth time, I checked my phone. It was past three in the evening and the wedding was supposed to begin by twelve pm.

Arnold strode towards me, his eyes bearing concern. "What's going on? Have you heard from Lorraine?" His eyes scanned through the crowd.

That was the worst part. She wasn't picking my calls or returning them and when I decided to call again, her phone was switched off.

I'd dialed Victoria's line but it was unavailable as well. They couldn't all be having issues with their phones at the...