Chapter Thirty-Three
I threw myself into digging up more on Luisa Quinto, but all accounts seemed to stop a little over two years ago. No more articles, no more references. Only a handful of newspaper clippings showed up. They looked promising but were low-quality scans and entirely in Spanish. I saved the screenshots and wrapped the images into an email which I fired quickly over to my favorite translator.
I typed, “Rey, please translate this for me ASAP,” before hitting send.
With no more information on Quinto, I mentally filed her details away and dug into Teach’s possible targets.
Though few witnesses were cooperative, the police were reasonably confident in narrowing it down to one of the three men they questioned.
The police had interviewed Kellerman, but he hadn’t been forthcom
