NORAH STEWART'S POV
It had been three hours since Marcus left yet he did not bother to call or text me and I couldn't stop worrying . He was my guardian angel who protected me from the serial killer. What if something had happened to him?
My heart felt heavy and being a sensitive person I knew that something was wrong.
Mia had slept already claiming that Marcus had his own back and nothing could ever happen to me and it was wierd that I kept worrying about an adult and moreso a detective.
I walked to his study and looked at the untouched things. The stationary were in the same spot I had arranged them last time.
My instincts kept screaming at me to do something and I knew for sure that was the right thing to do. I sat down at his office chair and started pulling at the drawers of his
