MARCO'S POV

"You are welcome." I greeted the woman who looked flustered when she saw me. She sniffed and wiped her tears away. I believed her state of mourning her son's disappearance was eating her deeply because she looked disheveled and her face was swollen too. I wanted to have a word with her to serve as some kind of lead for me on this case.

"You aren't doing fine, ma'am," I said and I held her hands. They were so cold and slightly trembling.

"He is my only son. I can't give birth to any other child after him. He is nowhere to be found. Who did I offend?"...