QUINN
I laughed.
Not out of humour but clarity. Because the goalpost had shifted, and it was a different ball game now.
Everything had finally aligned.
Seraphina had done enough, and it was now clear. She wasn’t just involved but deeply inside it.
The next step wasn’t survival anymore. It was exposure and unravelling. Piece by piece, I would pull everything into light. Find out who she was working for. Because I knew she couldn’t be working alone.
“Hi Joe, is she gone now?”
“Yes. She is. But something is amiss…” Joe spoke from the other end.
“What do you think it is?” I asked, a smile curving on my lips because I knew exactly what he had to say.
He was catching up. But I was already there.
“She literally wasn’t questioning but confirming the events that transpired,” Joe said, “So
