CHAPTER NINETY EIGHT

We've made some progress," Victor replied, glancing over at me and Daniela, who stood by his side. "We found two different blood samples at Mrs Hope's house – one belonging to Mrs. Hope, and the other to a man named Mr. Thomas Wright."

David's expression remained calm as he processed the information. "And what's the connection between Mr. Thomas Wright and Mrs. Hope?" he inquired.

"That's what we're trying to figure out," Victor said, a hint of frustration evident in his voice. "There doesn't seem to be any obvious link between them, but we're not giving up. We'll gather more information and dig deeper until we find the answers."

David nodded in understanding, seemingly unfazed by the revelation. "Good job on making progress," he said, offering a reassuring smile to Victor.

But as David looked closer, he noticed Victor's restlessness and the troubled expression on his face. "You seem uneasy," he observed. "Is everything alright?"

Victor hesitated for a moment, then sighed. "It's just.