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Sarena stayed close to Marcas while they introduced themselves. Officers Ross and Sampson were two of the cops who’d responded to the call. They both looked to Marcas with respect when he asked questions. She guessed he outranked them and they wouldn’t have a choice. She took notice of the way the officers glanced at her, then down at their entwined fingers.
There was surprise in their eyes, and she bit her lip to keep from saying something inappropriate. She knew instantly what was going through their minds.
“The first floor was ransacked. They didn’t get much done, thanks to the alarm system,” Officer Ross announced, grabbing her attention.
She gripped Marcas’s hand tight in hers. She felt sick to think that someone had violated her privacy and entered her home when she was gone.
“Can I go in?” she asked.
“Please do. We would like to know if anything is missing.” Officer Sampson waved her and Marcas toward the house.
They walked toward the porch with the officers following them.
“We believe they entered through the back door and exited through the front door.”
Sarena gripped Marcas’s arm as they entered through her front door. She took in her overturned furniture, and her stomach lurched. Not much damage. She walked through the home, taking notice that nothing was missing. All of her electronics were still present. It was like they’d just come in the house and overturned everything.
She was thankful Marcas was with her. He remained calm leading her through the entire house. The second floor remained untouched, just the way she had left it. She bit back a sigh of relief moving back toward Marcas who stood at her bedroom door, silently watching while she had walked around it. She could almost feel the anger brimming in him. His facial expression alone would cause a weaker man to fall to the ground. When her eyes met his, they softened as she made it to his side.
“Are you all right?” he murmured, pulling her into his arms.
She leaned her head against his chest, comforted by his sheer presence. “Yeah. I just feel violated right now. Someone went through my house. My personal space.” She fought back tears, shifting her head back to look up at him.
“Ma’am, can you tell if anything is missing?” Officer Ross questioned, jogging up the stairs.
She turned toward him but didn’t move from Marcas’s comforting embrace.
“No. I can’t find anything that is missing. All jewelry is accounted for, my electronics are here. I don’t get this. Why break in if you are not going to take anything?” she questioned.
“If you don’t mind, we can have you go down to the station for a statement,” Officer Ross said.
“No, she will not be going down to the station. She can give her statement here,” Marcas interjected.
She felt his muscles tense. Her gaze flew up to his face, and she caught the glare he threw toward the officer.
“Yes, sir.” Officer Ross nodded. “Have you noticed anything strange lately around your house or the neighborhood?”
“No, not really.” She shook her head.
“Yes. Just earlier today someone stopped by her home this morning,” Marcas mentioned.
She had put that event behind her.
“Really? What happened?” Officer Ross pulled out a notepad and pen. He looked to them, waiting for them to continue.
“I’m sorry. I had already forgotten about that. A gentleman pulled into my driveway this morning when I was returning from my run. He was just looking for another house and had the wrong address. I gave him directions. That was it.” She shook her head, not seeing how this could be remotely related.
“Can you describe him, his car, or know the license plate?” Officer Ross asked.
“He introduced himself as Silas. White male, early forties, brown hair, brown eyes, tiny scar on his chin. Tattoo on the side of his neck. I was unable to make it out, the collar of his shirt covered it. He drove a black Audi A7, license plate RGH7483.”
She slowly turned back to Marcas, shocked that in that little time, he had memorized that information about Silas. Officer Ross wrote all of the details down on his pad.
“This will help. We’ll look into the car and see if we can make anything of it. In the meanwhile, ma’am, you are going to have to get a new lock for the back door—”
“She’ll be taken care of,” Marcas cut him off, motioning for them to go downstairs. He entwined their fingers together, and they followed Officer Ross toward the front door.
Sarena allowed Marcas to see the officers out while she walked around the living room again, feeling violated. An uncomfortable feeling crept over her at the thought of whoever had been in her house. She righted one of the chairs, trying to keep the tears from falling. At the moment, she didn’t feel comfortable staying in her own house. She’d have to call her parents and tell them. She knew her father would demand her to come stay with them.
