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.

she reached out to him? The silence on his end now haunted her.

thoughts and barely feeling the physical pain, Norah’s hand brushed against the grass, the sharp edges of

comparison to

Norah presented the police with the necessary information. “The individual believed to be abducted is named Kason Hayes.

missing individual, the

was a name linked to a distinguished, albeit retired, individual known for his uncompromising methods and

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

now. We’ll keep you updated on any developments,” the captain informed Norah, hinting at the sensitive nature of the case tied to an ongoing mission, which led to his suggestion for Norah to depart the

was palpable, her voice tinged with urgency. “Kason is my friend. I’m deeply worried about his disappearance. Please, prioritize

to this search. We’ll mobilize all

Norah remained on

car, observing the police as they diligently gathered evidence

potential abduction tightened a knot of worry within Norah. She

something caught

fox charm

it, Norah recognized

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

pinky fingernail, was a clue she found by

of the black fox stirred a suspicion

notorious Fox Alliance be involved once

significant!” Norah announced, her voice firm as she held aloft the small black fox charm, instantly drawing the focus of the nearby officers to her

in a starkly different scene, Kason endured the

cascaded over him, making him quiver from the cold. His leg wound, still fresh and bleeding, had become a distant ache, numbed by the intensity of

venturing alone into the lair of our Fox Alliance. Did you really presume we’d be

voice, a woman adorned in provocative attire, lounged on a stool, her legs elegantly

some playground for your infiltration. Are you a cop? Did they send you as a scout, hoping to dismantle us in one

bound and helpless, and with a slow, deliberate motion, her red-manicured fingers brushed away the beads of water from his face. “Such a waste of a

and figurative, responded only with defiant silence, his jaw clenched as he averted his

background in the special forces, specializing in reconnaissance and sniping, had prepared him for perilous solo