Chapter 9
1510 Words
MARCUS MARKETS POV
Before I asked her what she was doing, she quickly rushed to her room.
I struggled to sit up and staggered to my study room where I found the place so tidy.
She is really a good girl.
I was happy that an FBI had come to our aid because I knew Lyoid and Diane could not help me solve the serial killer mystery.
David Perry was a white guy in his early thirties and I was happy on the fact that we seemed to get along more than I thought we would. I had shown him around the office earlier and he insisted that we should dedicate our lives in solving the mystery especially the death of Miss Bianca which occured in our own police cell.
David Perry was keen on everything when we arrived at Miss.Biancas scene.
The forensic who never found anything in the first place were called back to take a new look at the scene without a corpse and they should take anything no matter how small it was.
After staying there for almost an hour's urging me to be patient, we saw something and we definitely knew we were two steps away from the murderer.
We followed the forensic and went to their land first to check on Mr.Millers chunk of meat and Mrs.Miller's lifeless body.
David Perry argued the killer of Miss.Bianca was not the same person who killed Mr.Miller and Mrs.Miller but I thought he did not make sense till he explained. He said that Mr.Miller and Mrs. Millers killer was the real serial killer because he had s way of doing it.
He did not settle for less when he was doing it and did the extraordinary thing. This made me think of Norah Stewart for the first time since I reported to work because she did not get why every Tom,d**k and Harry believed the serial killer is a man.
I told David Perry of the same, what Norah Stewart had told me earlier and I regreted of the same. He asked me about her and I had to lie that she was my girlfriend so that he did not have to dig her up for she had already gone through a lot.
The serial killer is a possessed person because s normal person can not kill someone with a bacteria and mustard gas. A normal person is the one who killed Miss.Bianca.
Come on, a gun in the head he said this and I knew for sure that the same serial killer who poisoned Miss.Miller with Mustard gas could not kill another by shooting him or her in the head.
For the first time, I also realised that the serial killer was targeting a family after another. The killer must be a divorcee or a child who did not have his or her mother and the same case applied to the father.
After the forensic laboratory informed us that the laboratory test would take three days for the finding, David urged me to go see my girlfriend because he knew once the results were out we would never have that time.
Lyoid and Diane remained at the station to take care of the Nurse who had witnessed Mr.Millers killing for she would tell all of us the following day including Mr.Chamberland.
I felt bad that I did not take seriously the fact that Norah Stewart told me that Agatha Miller was the real killer. I had promised myself to see her later in the day because David and I were so busy with the foundation of our investigation that when I got there later before heading home, I found Lyoid at her place.
I felt stupid at the way I drank a lot and now I could not make it to my bedroom to take a nap.
When I opened my eyes earlier and found Norah almost sucking my lips, I felt like passing out for a longer time but she shyed off and ran away.
I wish she did it. Since leaving campus, I only had one girlfriend, Mia Monroe who dumped me nine months ago for my anger issues and we had cut connections since then and I had never seen her. I started drinking like a fish since then and partying almost all the days of the week. Mr.Chamberland had been really patient with me blaming it on heartbreak.
I used to hook up with randoms to get what I wanted and I ended up lonely than before. Diane once told me that Mia had moved on and it hurt me for a month but with my therapy sessions I decided to let her go hoping she would come back but she did not.
Maybe she would, who really knows. I have this weakness of not understanding women. I really hoped that Norah Stewart could find me very protective because all I wanted is the best for her.
Oh I had already forgotten that I had bought her an I phone to aid her commination in terms of safety. The serial killer could kill her over my dead body.
I took the phone and walked to her room supporting my body with my hands as they gripped the wall.
I knocked three times and she did not seem to open. Just before I walked away, the door yanked before me. She was on her night dress that was slightly transparent and I could see clearly through it. Her thighs and her little tities threatened my manhood a little bit.
"Can I come in," I asked her.
"Yes,"She said after yawning and sitting on her bed.
I walked in slowly to avoid falling on the hard concrete though I wished to pass away for Norah to kiss my lips and ensure that I was alive once again.
"What is is it you want to talk about so late in the night?"she asked me and I quickly stopped my thoughts and sat next to her.
"You having a phone,"I told her.
"Okay,"She said and sounded enthusiastic.
"This is your I phone X, just call me I will be a call away."I told her handing her the grey I phone X.
"Thank you,"She jumped and hugged me and I really did not see that coming."Yiu are God sent,"She added.
Her mood changed all of a sudden to a solemn one and could not help but ask,"
What's wrong, don't you like it?"
She threw herself on the bed and started crying loudly.
"Hey, please talk to me,"I begged.
She remained quiet and I quickly thought of holding her. Mia used to like it when she was lying on my chest and I knew for sure she was not going to be an exception.
I took her by the arm and held her in my arms and strained her in a way she felt protected and home.
"I am scared." She cried and I did not expect this from her.
"Scared if what baby,"I asked and I did not understand why I called her baby just like the way I used to call Mia.
She ignored the baby part and that was a relief.
"Just before Mr.Miller died, he had given me his I pad. I am scared something bad will happen to you just because you have done something good to me." She said clearing her voice several times.
"You should not worry about me, I am a detective. I can take good care of my self."I bragged a little bit.
"Says someone who passed out before me." She said this and chuckled a little bit.
"Let's say I am fragile when am with soft hearts like you."I said this and she laughed.
"Am serious Msrcus, it feels like I am a cursed child. Each time someone does s good thing to me, they end up dying. Look at Mr and Mrs Miller."She said.
"That is just a coincidence, you are not s cursed child but a sweet child."I told her this to make her feel good about herself.
"Okay, but I don't think that is the case. Don't sugar coat it."She said.
"You are a golden soul and I will always protect you. That is my promise to you Norah Sweetheart."I told her.
"Stop with all the sweet names. I am tired of ignoring them."She said this and I couldn't help but laugh.
"Please do me a favour?"She asked.
"Anything for you my lady, what is it you want." I asked like a real gentleman.
"Apart from following me on i********:, please watch me sleep before you go."She asked.
"Okay, sure" I was happy she had started enjoying my company.
We kept talking about her music idol, Milley Cyrus before she completely stopped talking and when I looked at her eyes, she had closed them neatly and for her lips, they were parted and I couldnt ignore them.
I kissed them weakly and she whispered I felt that and I on my part felt shy as I rushed to the door to take my leave.
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