Chapter 18 His Obsession

• Marcus
• I couldn’t keep still. My legs carried me around my study in restless circles, the ornate carpet muffling my hurried steps. The large grandfather clock in the corner ticked away mercilessly, a constant reminder that time was running out. Three days, three whole fu*king days has passed.
• Yet I have not heard anything from the person I sent to Crewwood. I had sent that useless, son of a wh*re to do a simple job. A simple job. And not a single word from him since.