Female Novel
Chapter 172
Stuart had always said he only turned off his phone on flights, with no exceptions.
So when Morwenna couldn't reach him, worry crept into her mind like a stubborn vine.
She recalled the day she bought her phone. The young tech at the store had mentioned that hermodel had a tracking feature identical to Stuart's.
With quick fingers, Morwenna activated the app and located Stuart's signal. It was far, near thesouthern outskirts of the town.
Without a second thought, she hopped on her bike and pedaled vigorously towards the signal.
Morwenna couldn't pinpoint her unease. Stuart was a grown man, capable and strong. Yet thethought of the scars he bore from past mishaps fueled her anxiety.
When riding swiftly, the dusk turned to deep night, but her experience navigating through dimly lit.Rural paths kept her pace steady.novelbin
After two hours, she reached the vicinity of the pinpointed location.
The signal had remained constant, showing no movement.
The area was clearly suburban, with just a narrow path that cars would struggle to pass, but thebike handled it with ease.
Morwenna raced towards the red dot on her phone.
Up ahead, she spotted a heap of junked machines and behind it, an abandoned factory.
The precise GPS marker placed Stuart inside.
Why would Stuart be here? Why hadn't he taken off yet? It's late.
As she drew closer, she abruptly stopped. Growing up hunting in the woods had honed her nightvision and instincts.
From a distance, she spotted two menacing figures at the factory entrance.
One clutched a baseball bat, the other a knife that gleamed sinisterly under the moonlight, its bladestained with what looked like dried blood.
A chill ran down Morwenna's spine. Was Stuart kidnapped? Was he hurt? What had these mendone to him?
But fear was a luxury Morwenna couldn’t afford. The wilderness had taught her that dangerdemanded calmness.
She retreated slightly, concealing her bike in a nearby thicket. Squatting low, she watched intently.
From her hidden vantage point, Morwenna was virtually invisible. Her petite frame and youthfulappearance made her an unlikely threat in the eyes of any passerby.
She waited, her gaze fixed on the factory entrance. The men took turns for breaks, ensuring onealways guarded the door.
As midnight cloaked the sky in darkness, one guard left for a bathroom break. The remaining one,appearing tired, lit a cigarette and leisurely smoked.
Gripping a steel rod she’d found by the garbage pile, Morwenna moved silently towards him. Herapproach was stealthy, each step calculated with the precision of a seasoned hunter closing in onher prey.