Chapter Eighty-Seven

The drive back home was less than thirty minutes, but it seemed like the longest ride of his life. His head pounded for no obvious reason, his brain threatening to explode out of its cage, and he dragged himself home, hoping for some peace and quiet, which he knew might be just a fantasy.

The electronic gate slid open, and the dogs on the other side of the mansion barked loudly, announcing his presence. One of the workers rushed out of the building, grabbing his bag and his tablet.

He checked around, and he thanked his stars that neither Kathy nor Freda were home. He just wanted the whole building to himself. He ordered a bottle of strong whisky and sat down in the bathroom, the shower streaming down his body.

His mind drifted to the activities of the day and of the previous ones. The news from the tabloid, Freda, Kathy, and even the stock prices seemed to scream only one thing at his face. Lana. He readjusted his sitting position in the bathtub, allowing himself to get soaked with hi