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Rhea had just finished speaking, her words still hanging in the space between them, heavy and impossible to ignore.“They all went to the same school,” she said, her gaze steady on Quinn. “Same senior batch. And we were right there, just a few years behind.”Quinn leaned back slightly, her fingers resting against the edge of the table as she processed it, her expression controlled but her mind already moving too fast. “That doesn’t explain why they’re being targeted now,” she said, her tone calm but sharper than before. “Plenty of people went to that school.”Rhea gave a faint, knowing smile. “Not like them.”Damian shifted beside Quinn, clearly trying to keep up with a history he wasn’t part of, his eyes moving between the two women. “Okay, I’m going to need more than that,” he said, running a hand through his already messy hair. “Because right now it just sounds like coincidence with extra steps.”“It’s not coincidence,” a voice cut in.All three of them turned.A man stood a few fe

"The cases are from my hometown..." Quinn said to the team in disbelief.It sat at the back of her mind even as the team dispersed, even as Mark started issuing instructions and Aisha returned to her lab, even as Damian tried, unsuccessfully, to act like everything was normal. It wasn’t, nothing about this was normal anymore.Quinn stepped out into the hallway, the noise of the office fading slightly as she pulled her phone out, staring at the contact list for a moment longer than necessary before scrolling down.She hadn’t called in years. Her thumb hovered for half a second, then she pressed dial.Rhea picked up on the third ring.“Well,” her voice came through, light but sharp in a way Quinn remembered too well, “this is unexpected. Should I be worried or offended?”Quinn leaned against the wall, closing her eyes briefly. “Still dramatic, I see.”“Only when people disappear for years and suddenly call me like nothing happened,” Rhea replied. “So which one is it? Crisis or guilt?”“

By the time the board started making sense, the room already felt different, heavier somehow, like the case had finally shifted from scattered pieces into something intentional, something that had been waiting for them to catch up.Quinn stood in front of it, arms crossed, her gaze moving slowly across the victims, their photos pinned side by side with timelines and notes bleeding into one another. At first glance, it still looked like chaos, three different men from three different cities with no obvious overlap, but the longer she looked, the more that absence itself began to feel like the pattern.“There’s something we’re not seeing,” she said, her voice calm but edged with focus.Damian, who had been pacing behind her for the last ten minutes, stopped mid-step, his attention snapping back to the board as if the thought had been circling in his head already.“No,” he said, shaking his head slightly as he stepped closer, “not something we’re not seeing. Something we’re not looking f

"Quinn, wait, this is crazy. We just met-" His words spilled out, muffled against her mouth as his tongue darted in eagerly, kiss turning messy and deep.She grabbed his shirt, calm fingers steady, silencing him with firmer pressure. His hands roamed her back haphazardly, breath hitching. 'God, you taste, OH crap, the doors!' The ding echoed; lobby lights spilled in.Quinn broke away, eyes locked on his, cool command in her gaze. "Come with me." She tugged his hand, leading him out.At her door, keys turned smoothly. She backed him against the wall, kissing him deeply, hands stripping his shirt with precise tugs. "Oh wow, you're very... hyper." He gasped as she pushed him to the bed, shedding clothes in a frantic trail, his pants kicked off awkwardly, hers folded aside.Straddling him, she moved with deliberate rolls, drawing him inside her heat. Damian moved messily, hands clutching her thighs. "Am I- oh fuck, yes, you like that? I'll... move deeper." His rhythm jerked fervent, words

“Who really are you, Damian?” she murmured under her breath.By the time Quinn stepped out of the estate, the night had settled into a heavy, unmoving quiet. The kind that made everything feel slower, thicker, like the world itself was holding its breath. Her phone buzzed just as she reached her car. She didn’t need to check.“Hale. Office now.”The line went dead.Quinn exhaled slowly, staring at the screen for half a second before slipping it back into her pocket. No explanation, no delay. Just another order from her boss, Mark.“You’re still here.” She didn’t turn as she said it, but she could hear him shift behind her.“Yeah,” Damian admitted. “I wasn’t sure if I should leave or… stay or… yeah.”Quinn finally looked at him, unimpressed. “What do you want?”He hesitated, which already told her more than enough. Then, like he’d decided to just jump and deal with the fall later, “A job.”She blinked once. "You’re serious?”“I helped you,” he said quickly, stepping forward, words pick

Quinn didn’t lower the gun.For a moment, the room seemed to close in around them, the quiet stretching just enough to make every sound feel sharper than it should have been. He raised his hands slowly.“Okay, that feels excessive. I get why you did it, I do, but still... can you lower the gun before I faint?”, Damian said in a panicked voice.Quinn didn’t react. “You’re in a crime scene.”“I noticed,” he replied, a little too fast. “Hard to miss, really. Dead body, tense atmosphere, you pointing a gun at me. Whole thing is very clear. HAHA.”Quinn took a step closer, her grip steady, her expression unreadable as she studied him more carefully now. He wasn’t as composed as she had first thought. “Let’s try this again,” she said. “Why are you here?”He let out a short breath, almost a laugh, but there was an edge to it. “I told you, my name is Damian. I heard about the case and got curious.”“That’s not enough.” Quinn replied.“I know, I know,” he said quickly, nodding like he was tr