Love on the Fast Track (Derek and Norah)

Chapter 121:

As the dawn crept across the sky, painting it with hues of orange and pink, Norah’s heart raced against time.

The urgency was palpable in the tight grip she had on her steering wheel, her mind a tumult of worry for Kason. The GPS coordinates on her phone had directed her to a remote location, a solid half-hour’s drive from where she had been, and the uncertainty of what awaited her there gnawed at her nerves.

Kason’s recent injury, his right hand still in the throes of recovery, added layers of anxiety to her already frantic thoughts. What if he was in danger? What if he needed help?

At a red light, a moment of pause in her hurried journey, Norah swiftly tied her hair back, a physical manifestation of her readiness to leap into action. Her resolve was clear. “Kason, I’ll be there soon.”

Upon Norah’s arrival, the sight of two police cars already stationed at the scene offered a sliver of reassurance.

The police captain, spotting Norah, approached her vehicle with a brisk stride. “Were you the one who called the police?” he inquired, peering into the car. “What about the victim?”

Upon their arrival at the deserted location, all the police had encountered were grass and leaves, with no sign of any individual present.

Norah nodded, her voice steady but laced with concern. “Yes, I did. It’s about Kason. He should be here somewhere.”

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She dialed Kason’s number, and his ringtone faintly sounded from within the bushes.

Guided by the sound, she discovered his phone, swiftly unlocking it to find it open to a text message conversation.

A sinking feeling took hold. Something dire had befallen Kason.

“I believe the phone’s owner may have been abducted, making this the crime scene,” Norah announced, holding the device aloft, a sense of urgency in her voice. “This gives us a critical opportunity to unearth any leads.”

As the captain examined Kason’s phone, the discovery of bloodstains and numerous footprints in the vicinity prompted a grave look to wash over his face. “Understood!” he exclaimed, signaling the gravity of their findings. Their timing was crucial. The surrounding woods and the likelihood of any vehicles leaving traces behind became focal points for their search.

Noticing fresh blood specks on the foliage, a stark red against the green, tugged at Norah’s heartstrings.

been wounded even before she reached out to him? The silence on his end now haunted her. If only he

grass, the sharp edges of the leaves nicking her skin and drawing

discomfort paled in comparison to her confusion and concern over

be abducted is named Kason Hayes. Typically, he is

missing individual,

name resonated with recent police operations. It was a name linked to a distinguished,

crossed their minds, especially given the lack of any reports to their department regarding an incident involving

informed Norah, hinting at the sensitive

urgency. “Kason is my friend. I’m deeply worried about his disappearance. Please, prioritize his

captain reassured her. “The police are fully committed to this search. We’ll mobilize all resources to ensure his swift recovery.

words, Norah remained on edge, unable to

observing the police as they diligently

thought of Kason’s potential abduction tightened a knot of worry within Norah. She understood all too well the despair and hope that

something caught her

fox charm hidden among

to retrieve it, Norah recognized the

to one she had seen with the girl involved in a previous attempt to draw her

fingernail, was a clue she found by mere

black fox stirred a

Alliance be

the small black fox charm, instantly

Meanwhile, in a starkly different scene, Kason endured the harsh

wound, still

alone into

a stool, her legs elegantly crossed.

for your infiltration. Are you a cop? Did they send you as a scout, hoping to dismantle us in one fell swoop? Laughable. Now that you’re in our grasp, escape is but a

with a slow, deliberate motion, her red-manicured fingers brushed away the beads of water from his face. “Such a waste of a handsome man. Align yourself with me, and I may

in darkness both literal and figurative, responded only with defiant silence,

special forces, specializing in reconnaissance and sniping, had prepared him for perilous solo missions. Yet,