Marie's POV
The torn pieces of Marcus's note lay scattered across the floor, small enough that no one would recognize them for what they were.
I was angry. I suddenly felt a lot of anger in my chest. I stood up and ransacked my wardrobe. At the bottom where the drawer was, I found a pencil and tore out a fairly empty part of a magazine that had been lying around in the room. My fingers moved furiously on the paper.
Marcus,
I appreciate your concern, but you need to stop sending letters like that. Last night I was almost caught. He was in my room, and if he had seen that note, I don't know what would've happened. Is there really anything you can do to help put Mancini in place? You can just say it.
Please, no more notes, at least not so often. It's too dangerous.
