Chapter Fourteen-Madden

The man rummaging through Ansley's things scurried off as soon as I let go of his t-shirt. The truth was the person responsible could have been anyone. Marcus wasn't the type to do things himself, so it was most likely one of his dad's cartel friends, or someone he hired.

We'd never find out from the homeless man rummaging in her things, and since the apartment complex lacked any security cameras, that would be a dead-end, also.

Ansley stared into the door of her apartment before sighing. "I have over an hour before I'm scheduled to meet my professors. I guess we need to pick this up—,"

"Ansley!"

The apartment manager, a balding man with a quick walk and a hooknose stopped feet from Ansley. "I've called and left messages. My other tenants are complaining about the mess," he said, gesturing toward the parking lot where some of Ansley's clothing was scattered around.

"We're here to get it, Alberto," she snapped.

He folded his arms. "I need to know what's going on? You haven't been here