"We're very sorry for disturbing your day, sir, but it just couldn't go unnoticed," the detective said, her voice laced with an uneasy apology.
Her posture was stiff as she and her team stood before Marco, their empty hands betraying the failure of their search.
"Hmmm…" Marco's hum was barely more than a vibration in his throat, his gaze distant, mind obviously elsewhere.
'So, he purposely came just to… I'm not sure, trigger me about Rafael?' Marco's lips curled in a subtle, bitter smile. 'And then keep me in the office, which means there's something going on at home! That's why he kept me here!'
Realizing this, Marco abruptly left the office, a sense of urgency driving him as his mind raced with the possibilities of what could have gone wrong.
Upon arriving home, Marco stepped out of the car and into his mansion, surprised by the unusual quietness. The cooks had already retired to their quarters.
