Chapter: 1917

“No, I mean I knew him before, Rachel clarified, her words hanging heavy in the air.

Quintin froze, a realization dawning on him. Suddenly, the gravity of her question hit him. "Don't frighten me," he implored, the weight of her implication sinking in.

Rachel remained silent, but her intent was clear-she wasn't trying to scare him.

A strange unease settled over Quintin as he took a sip of his drink, the taste suddenly sour. He couldn't shake the chill creeping down his spine. Taking a deep breath, he asked, “Do you have a suspect in mind?"

"I don't know, but when I first met Alberto, I felt a sense of familiarity," Rachel explained. "It was similar to how I felt with Victor."