Love on the Fast Track (Derek and Norah)

Chapter 838

Chapter 838:

Amabel’s spirits lifted at the prospect of spending the evening with Sean. A flicker of confidence crossed her

eyes. Ever since Norah stopped appearing before Sean following Amabel’s last phone call, Amabel had made it a

point to be around him. In matters of the heart, there was no “first come, first served.” Ultimately, the victor

would be the one who persevered.

Marlin and Norah set out early in the morning. By midday, they were nearing their destination, a dusty, sunbaked

town.

Norah hopped out of the car. “Lunch first,” she declared, scanning the surroundings. “Maybe we can ask around

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while we wait for the food.”

Finding Ivy and her family was proving more difficult than anticipated. This town was their most frequent haunt,

but specific details remained elusive.

Marlin, ever the pragmatist, followed closely behind. “Small town, sure,” he conceded, his expression grim. “But

lots of hidden corners. We might be here for a while.”

He added, his brow furrowing in concern, “I printed srecent photos. Might jog someone’s memory.”

The gesture spoke volumes. Getting access to these photos from the police couldn’t have been easy.

Norah flipped through them, each a static image trapped in time. The photos were taken during the year they

were announced dead.

“Twenty years,” she sighed, a touch of resignation in her voice. “People change. Useful, but not a magic bullet.”

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Ivy and her family were masters of disguise, ghosts flitting through the fringes of society. Without those blurry

surveillance pictures, Norah wouldn't even have had a starting point.

“Food first, then strategy,” she decided, leading the way to a roadside stall.

Marlin looked out of place, his tailored suit clashing with the ramshackle surroundings. Even his shoes, usually

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polished to a gleam, sported a layer of mud.

Yet, here he was, for her.

Norah couldn’t help but let out a chuckle. “Mr. Boyd, ever been to a place like this? You're used to refined food.

You don’t belong here. Why did you follow me?”

Marlin grimaced, his fingers fumbling with a greasy napkin that wouldn't wipe the oil-stained table. A flicker of

his past, a the wasn’t eager to revisit, danced in his eyes.

“Not used to it,” he admitted, his voice low. “But I'll manage. I'm here to keep you safe.”

He tossed the damp napkin aside. “Besides, I've been through worse.” The unspoken words hung heavy in the

air—the kidnapping, the brutal awakening to the world’s darkness. Sensing his discomfort, Norah quickly

changed the subject. Marlin was a good man, and her sharp words felt unwarranted.