EVELYN'S POV
A gut wrenching, sickening feeling engulfed me as I watched them speak in low tones; however, from their hand movement and body language, I could tell it was some sort of argument, why exactly... Why was Marcel meeting with Marie of all people?
Besides, wasn't he meant to apprehend Jamal as soon as he caught sight of him? He kidn*pped me; although he didn't hurt or bruise me in any manner, I still couldn't get it off my head. What was going on? What was off? Why wasn't I thinking straight?.
A cold chill ran down my spine the more I thought of it.
"Mam? Are you missing?" A middle-aged man frowned intently at me, eased through my lips, knowing the noise would draw Marcel's attention towards me. I sprinted away from the spot in haste, dashing past the security man,
