Chapter eight
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NORAH STEWART'S POV
I followed him to the house in silence carrying the remaining shopping bag. I had bought a lot of things and he did not seem to complain.
I loved wearing white gray and black t-shirts with denim skirts and shorts. For shoes I opted for converse and vans.
Dresses were not my thing let alone trousers.
Sweatshirts and sweatpants were never going to be my thing since my ex sister Agatha Miller rocked in them.
"What makes you think Agatha Miller is the serial killer,"He asked as soon as he opened the door.
"I don't know." I said and followed him.
"This will be your room for the time being." He said opening the door for me.
It was spacious and full of light with a six by six bed at the edge. The theme was gray and I was grateful. I was not the type of girl to love pink and blue. Maybe Jossie could after all her dad used to spoil her with gifts and my mother also spoiled her with hypocrisy.
"Okay, thank you. But you did not have to do all this, I could take care of myself." I told him sitting on the bed.
"Bet you could."He said. "Settle in."
I nodded as he walked out of the door shutting it behind him.
I placed all my cloths in the drawer hanging some of them also.
My life as a child of a demon was so doomed. I recently moved in to Westside after recovery and strange things kept happening. First the murder of my third dad and it was just so inappropriate for me to be arrested for such a thing.
It really had to be Agatha Miller, I mean every death revolved in their family. I really wanted to leave it just happened that Marcus wanted me to stay with him. Walking to the airport was the east choice to flee from this predicament. I was a cursed child and I started seeing it.
Marcus was a kind soul but I realised that he was not good at his job. Actually the whole department. Mr.Chsmberland stayed in his office for the whole day instead of going out to find the real killers.
Diane had issues and she was on and off her job and that was not good. All Lyoid could think about was to go out with that orphan Agatha Miller. No where is going to be safe and I had to help Marcus solve this mystery and that's why I knew for sure that Agatha Miller was the serial killer.
Just think of it, why did she fail to come pick me up from the hospital? She knew something fishy was going on. Secondly, she helped purchase my denim skirt and surprisingly it had that bacteria in it.
We had bonded several times and thought she loved me but to come think of it I don't really know that girl. Her blue eyes could lure you to trust her.
I took a quick shower and dressed in my new clothes then walked to the kitchen as a normal person could do when feeling hungry to drink some milk.
The fridge was filled with junk and I could tell that he rarely cooked.
On the kitchen table Marcus had left a note,
Going to the station till late
Ensure all the windows are closed
Take care of yourself
A serial killer is on the loose
Will try to be back before dinner
*MM*
I placed the note in one of my pocket and walked to the living room a glass of milk on one hand and a bowl full of oats in another.
I took her remote control and switched on her HD television. All the local news stations were discussing the killing of Mr and Mrs Miller and madam Bianca.
Breaking news then disrupted the whole thing.
A WITNESS TO THE KILLING OF MRS.MILLER IS BEING INTERROGATED BY THE POLICE.
This made me feel a little bit scared. But for once I knew that Marcus was at least getting a lead in his case. I have stayed with him at the police station and the only time he left was today. He needed to rest and get his life back.
Mustard gas? Who has all that money and he must be a real scientist to think of killing someone that way.
Serial killers are the people you did not expect and I wished Marcus knew this so that he would not see Agatha as a saint. Something in me really pointed fingers at her hand.
Suddenly Marcus Markets home office phone rang and I rushed to it.
I kept quiet and waited for the person on the other line to speak.
"An FBI agent has arrived at the police station to help us with the investigation of the murderer. I will be home before dusk."Marcus spoke with a little bit delight.
"FBI?"I asked and was in bit of shock.
"Yes, the government has interceded in this."He said."See you later bye."
"Bye." I said and returned the phone to its place.
Marcus Markets home office is well equipped and at the notice board is where he laid his findings. On the trash box, he had trashed his findings of linking Mr.Millers death to Miss.Bianca, Mrs.Miller,Agatha and me.
Now that Miss.Bianca and Mrs.Miller were both murdered when I was in police custody removed me from the hook and I placed Agatha on the hook.
People should pay for their sins.
I don't know why I kept saying people should pay for what they had done to me. I would not kill them anyway but I swear it if I see my mother I will kill her my self.
I left his study room after organising everything including trashing the bin.
I walked to the kitchen and decided to prepare dinner for the two of us and it could be a way of thanking Marcus for forcing me to crush at his place. The irony though. I just hoped he would really protect me from the serial killer.
I prepared marinated chicken masala and baked potatoes and by the time he arrived I had already set the table. He went straight to his room to freshen up as I turned on the music system and listened to Milley Cyrus song Malibu.
He come for dinner wearing a white tee and black sweatpants which showed his epitome of manhood clearly. I managed to see his inked skin on the upper part of his neck. I bet it was an anchor.
"Nice tatoo," I told him after he had served me.
"Thank you. Do you have one, I know how you teenagers love them."He said sitting at the far end of the dining table.
"Yes,"I said.
"Where? How comes I have never seen it?"He asked.
"Its hidden in my lower back."I said.
"Can I see?" He asked.
"No." I said strictly.
"Okay then tell me what it is all about." He said.
"Faith."I said placing a piece of chicken in my mouth.
"You cook so well."He said standing and walking to the kitchen.
"Thank you,"I whispered loud enough for him to hear.
He returned carrying whiskey and two wine glasses. Isn't it too early to celebrate? I looked at him in a puzzled face but he only laughed and poured whiskey to the wine glasses three quarter full.
"Have that as I have this."He said resuming to his original seat.
"What are we celebrating?"I asked looking at the whiskey in the wine glass.
"Victory,"He said after galloping the whole thing.
"Slow to slow," I warned.
"We are celebrating that in a few days time we will have the serial killer in a bath tub of concentrated sulphuric acid. Cheers." He said his voice changing due to the effect of whiskey.
"I thought the bathtub thing is a joke." I told him sipping the whiskey.
"Is the serial killer a joke to you Norah Stewart."He shouted banging his fist.
There we go again.
"I did not say it is." I said this and I felt my lips shaking. I was angry at him.
I left the table and walked to my room.
"Wait," Marcus shouted leaving his seat and trying to follow me but instead he fell on the floor with a bang.
I could not help it but rush to him a little feet creeping up in my bones.
"Are you okay?" I asked him but he did not talk.
Oh no, maybe he had passed out.
I loosened his short and removed his shirt and pulled him to the verandah where he could at least get more fresh air.
I kept calling his name but he did not answer me back.
I decided to do CPR which I had seen in a movie and hoped it would work. I never wanted him dead. I just wanted him to be with me and protect me.
I kneeled next to him and lowered my head to kiss him just then the opened his eyes and I moved my head from him real quick.
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