Author’s POV
Outside Rose’s house, the evening air was quiet except for the hum of a passing car. Two police officers sat in their patrol car, unwrapping their late lunch.
“You know, David, let me be honest with you,” Marcus said, wiping his hands with a napkin. “We’re just wasting our time here.”
David glanced at him. “What do you mean?”
Marcus rolled his eyes. “Are you seriously asking me that? This girl...what’s her name again? Rose. She’s getting threats from someone who wants her dead, and we don’t even have a single lead. First her roommate dies in that bomb explosion, now who knows what’s next? Whoever’s after her isn’t just some street criminal. This guy’s clean, precise, experienced. Knows how to cover his tracks.”
David frowned. “And your point?”
“My point is that this isn’
