Mona’s POV
It had been over twenty minutes since I hung up with Ian. Twenty minutes. I glanced at the door again. No sign of him. I rubbed my temple, frustration bubbling inside me. Ian had promised he’d be back soon. But soon could mean anything, right? I had no idea what was going on, and that was driving me insane.
I tried to shake it off. Maybe he was caught up with something, but something didn’t sit right. Why hadn't he told me anything about the police, about Inspector Ken showing up? What kind of trouble was he really in? I glanced back at the door again, wondering if I should just open it and ask the inspector more questions. But then the thought of standing in front of that silent, unblinking cop made me hesitate. I wasn’t exactly in the mood for another cryptic exchange.
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