Marcus groaned as he stood up, still feeling the weight of his fatigue. He headed to the shower, took a refreshing bath, and then made his way to the kitchen. He brewed a cup of coffee and ordered a camera online, his mind preoccupied with the mysterious events unfolding around him.He tried calling Sandra, but the phone rang without an answer. Assuming she was busy at the hospital, he typed a quick message: "I'll be late, don't bother calling me." He set his phone aside, closing his eyes and tapping his hands impatiently on the table as he waited for his order to arrive.Marcus's mind wandered back to his late parents, and he tried to dig up more information about their past. But every lead he pursued ended in a dead-end, as if all records of their existence had been wiped clean. This only fueled his suspicion and curiosity.Another puzzle piece that didn't quite fit was the name "Grey". Emma said she had always known the person as "Ghost", not Grey. The discrepancy nagged at him
"Listen to me, I will be the one to end you and your son!" Grey spat, his anger boiling over. "He's already crawling into my trap, and I'll be the one to crush him. Trust me on that!"Marcus's father responded with a smirk on his face, "Let's watch and see who has the last laugh."Enraged, Grey slapped him again. "You bastard, it's because I'm talking to you!" He dragged him by the collar and threw him into a chair, tying him up tightly. "Let's see how your son will save you! Let's see how he'll save you!" Grey fumed.But Marcus's father just stared at him, a calm smile still plastered on his face. Grey's anger reached new heights as he aggressively tied a gag around his mouth, silencing him. Yet, even with his mouth bound, Marcus's father's eyes seemed to say, "We'll see about that."Grey's fingers dug into Marcus's father's face, his eyes blazing with fury. "Your son will be the one to kill you," he hissed, his voice dripping with malice. "And I'll make sure that happens."With a
Marcus groggily opened his eyes, stretching his body as he sat up. He stood up, his gaze darting towards the window, and was surprised to see that it was already evening."I can't believe I slept this long," he muttered to himself.He searched for his phone, hissing in frustration when he couldn't find it initially. Finally, he spotted it and stretched out his hand to grab it. As he switched it on, the screen lit up, displaying the time - 6:00 pm. He checked for any calls or texts from Sandra, but there were none."Maybe she's already at home," he thought, standing up and putting on his slippers.He headed out of his room, calling out, "Sandra!" His voice was still tinged with sleep, but there was no response. His name echoed back to him, and he called out again, "Sandra!" Still, there was no answer.Marcus checked her room, but she wasn't there. He moved on to the kitchen, then the bathroom, but she was nowhere to be found. A growing sense of unease crept in as he realized Sandra wa
"Sandra!" Marcus barked, but there was no response. He continued moving forward, asking more people about her, but they all said they hadn't seen her, adding to his frustration.Just then, his phone rang. He picked up, "Hello?""Have you seen her?" Katherine asked, her voice laced with concern.Marcus shook his head, even though she couldn't see him. "No, I found her phone. It seems she's been kidnapped."Katherine gasped. "What? Oh no!"Marcus let out a weary sigh. "I've searched everywhere, but no one has seen her.”“Sandra doesn't have any enemies, who would have done this?" Katheine asked."I'm suspecting one person," Marcus said, his eyes darting around cautiously."Who?" Katherine asked, but Marcus hesitated, unsure if he should reveal his suspicions over the phone."Leave that aside for now. Ask the T-Force to start looking for her, and file a police case again," Marcus instructed."I will do that," Katherine replied, before the call ended.Marcus got into his car, his determin
"You're joking, right?" Sandra asked, her eyes wide with fear.But he just scoffed, his grip on her neck tightening. "You heard me," he growled."Please, another option," she begged, her voice trembling.He let out a menacing laugh. "Another option? Do you know why I hate Marcus? Remember that day he broke into my house, the day I drugged you? Sandra."Sandra's eyes were filled with terror as she begged, "Please don't do this to me, please don't."Just then, the door burst open and Amayah entered, quickly kicking Johnson away from Sandra. Sandra ran to Amayah, begging, "Please help me, save me from this demon, please."Amayah burst into laughter. "What do you mean by 'save you from this demon'?" she asked, her eyes wide with amusement. “When am the devil itself!”Sandra took a step back, confusion etched on her face. "What's going on?" she asked, her voice trembling.Amayah's laughter stopped abruptly. "You think you can have sex with Marcus and go scot-free?" she asked, her voice dr
Katherine burst into Marcus' room, her anger barely contained. "Why did you put a price on whoever finds her?" she demanded, trying to keep her tone in check.Marcus looked up, his expression weary, and shrugged. "It was the only option I had," he said, taking a swig of alcohol.Katherine shook her head, incredulous. "That's not the only option you had. Stop acting like it is. This isn't the best idea. You've only made things worse."Marcus stood up, his face reddening with anger. "Did you just say I've spoilt things? Is that what you just said? What have you done in all your research? This girl has been missing for three fucking days, and what move have you made?"Katherine stood her ground, her voice firm. "I'm trying, just like you. I'm hurting just like you. But putting a price tag on her will only make the kidnappers demand more. It's not the solution, Marcus.""They should give me whatever they want, I don't care. They're not calling the shots here, they're not communicating wit
Amayah felt a sudden sense of unease, as if she was being followed. She stopped dead in her tracks and turned around, shining her torch into the darkness. "Who's there?" she called out, her voice firm but laced with a hint of fear.Owen, hiding behind a tree, held his breath, hoping not to be discovered. Amayah took a step closer, her torchlight dancing across the trees, mere inches from Owen's face. Just as she was about to shine the light directly on him, her phone rang, breaking the tension.The ID card flashed "Johnson" on the screen, and Amayah let out a sigh before answering. "What's up?" she asked, turning away from Owen's hiding spot."Where are you?" Johnson's voice asked, his tone laced with concern."Close," Amayah replied, glancing around nervously. "I felt someone chasing after me."Johnson chuckled. "It's just your mind playing games with you. Who would be awake at this time?"Amayah nodded, even though he couldn't see her. "Fine, I'll hasten my steps."As she ended th
Amayah quickly stepped out, her flashlight casting a bright beam as she descended from the porch and circled the house. But she saw no one. As she turned around, she collided with a chest and let out a startled shout.Johnson swiftly covered her mouth, whispering, "Shh!"Amayah pushed him away, her expression disgusted. "You scared me!"Johnson raised his hands in defense. "Not my intention."Amayah rolled her eyes. "Did you see anyone?" Johnson asked, and she shook her head."No," she replied.Johnson nodded. "Maybe it was just one of these animals."As he dragged her inside, Amayah couldn't shake off the feeling that someone was watching them. She wanted to express her concerns, but knew Johnson would only dismiss her. So she kept quiet, her unease growing with each passing moment.As they entered, they covered their noses in disgust, realizing that Sandra had urinated on herself. Amayah's anger flared, and she walked up to Sandra, giving her a dirty slap. But instead of cowering, S