Or had he just missed the cues the last two years?
“I have a meeting, and then, I’m heading home to work from there. I’ll call you tonight.”
He said nothing.
“Duke?”
That was when he did finally speak.
“Goodbye, Axelle,” he said, and then hung up the phone. When he did, he knew he had a huge problem.
His marriage was over.
There was no way he’d let either Abby or Charlotte be hurt by their mother—or whatever she wanted to call herself. It was time to do what was best for them. He needed to do what he could to keep them sheltered from this mess.
Pulling out his phone, he sent off a text message.
Then, he sat at his desk.
What the unsanctimonious fuck had just happened?
Seriously.
The world had just collapsed around him.
And Duke Maverick was in a freefall.
Chapter Seven
The Morgue
Monday
Twelve Thirty P.M.
When she arrived, Chris and the techs were working on getting set up. As she walked in, he put down what he was doing, and focused on his wife. He was aware that she’d been talking to the homicide captain.
From the look on her face, he knew instinctually that something was up.
As he reached her, she pointed.
“Can we have a minute to talk alone?” she asked.
Yep.
There it was.
Callen had been sitting by Gene not far away, and he lifted a brow. They were working on research, and trying to figure some things out for Elizabeth.
Whenever Elizabeth wanted to‘talk to someone’alone, it didn’t bode well.
Something was up.
“Uh, sure.”
Chris looked around.
“Doctor Redmond, can we use a space to talk?” he asked, pointing at his wife.
