CHAPTER 34:
A TRACE
Marco sat in the passenger seat while Tim drove faster than the speed limit. They’d
received an anonymous tip about the man who had scared Bella in front of Jamie’s house and got his location. His hands fidgeted as they neared their destination, eager to exit the car.
Tim parked in front of a weathered, brick house with an untended lawn and wilting flowers. An overhanging tree blocked the side window.
Marco and Tim walked along a cracked, concrete path and banged on the door, waiting. Marco’s hands clenched with the long wait. Was anyone even home? He banged on the door again.
A strongly-built man with dishevelled hair and red eyes opened the door. He was tucking his shirt inside his jeans, obviously drug-affected. At the sight of them, he flinched.
“Mr Arthur Ja
