Marcus in distress

Marcus turned over and over on his bed. He was ridden with a high level of restlessness. There was nothing he could do to get away now. He was given only seven days by the grumpy Judge and out of the seven days, he had used up two and basically achieved nothing. Now, he had only about five days to go and there was no clue to his justification in the case.

He and Luciana kept on searching for leads on Obed and leads on Matthew SheIn.

Sam knocked lightly on his door and he grumpily asked him to come in.

Sam pushed the door lightly and walked in towards Marcus's bed.

“Good morning Boss,” his face was not as bright as it usually would be.

Marcus sat up on the bed and brought his feet down to the ground, sliding them into his slippers.

“What is going on Sam?” Marcus asked with a bit of anxiety, building up within him.

“Another series of rejection mails dropped on our radar this morning,” Sam replied with a slight groan in his voice.

Marcus took a deep breath. He turned away from Sam and w