Kapitel 121: The Artist IX

Two days later

2 PM, Jackson Detectives

Marco sat in his chair, checking their bills and expenses. When he noticed the slicked blond walk out of his office. "Marco, lets go." he said, grabbing his coat on the rack by the door.

Marco tidied up his table hurriedly and followed after the psychologist. "Where are we heading?" the bearded man asked as they both got in the car parked outside the agency.

"The Scott's," he said, and not saying more.

Minutes later, they arrived at the location. Marco's brows rose in intrigue at the image of their favourite redhead standing along the street outside Scott's house. She was leaning against her motorcycle, removing her gloves and hinting on the fact that she just arrived.