Chapter One hundred and twenty two

With the constant payment that Marcus, the tracker, had been receiving from Andre, he had gotten himself a one-room apartment situated in a not-so-busy part of town; the one-room apartment was a cosy sanctuary modestly furnished to cater to his needs. The walls, painted a soothing light grey, provided a calm backdrop for the carefully selected décor. A comfortable, medium-sized bed dominated the room, accompanied by a small, wooden coffee table and a matching armchair.

The kitchenette, tucked away in one corner, was equipped with the essentials needed for his lifestyle: a compact refrigerator, a microwave, and a two-burner stove. A small, circular dining table and a single chair completed the setup.

There was a store attached to the building from the external setup, but he converted it to his study and modified the house, adding a door that leads there directly.

As Marcus settled in for the evening, the TV, mounted on the wall opposite the sofa, flickered to life. The programme cu