“Mr. Cedrick Rosa?” Emerald asked as the man entered her office. He nodded and offered his hand for a shake, which young Morgan accepted, motioning him to sit on a chair before her.
“Thank you,” Cedrick said, taking the seat. “I know you’re wondering who and why I am here.”
“I’ve been waiting for you to tell me that,” Emerald replied, smiling.
“I’m a detective,” he said, creasing Emerald’s forehead. She doesn’t know any reason for a detective to visit her.
“And what can I do for you, Mr. Detective?” she asked.
“I want to know where Ms. Ember Ferguson is.” Emerald was stunned. She couldn’t say anything and was just looking at the man. “Ms. Morgan?”
“Why are you asking me about her?” Young Morgan finally got her tongue back.
“You know why. She used to take care of you.” Cedrick answer
