Chapter 39 The Search

• Luca
• As I stepped out of the Claudia Mansion, the cool night air hit my face, a stark contrast to the suffocating tension inside. The garden lights illuminated the path, casting long shadows that seemed to follow me like ghosts. My mind churned with the name that had been thrown at me moments ago—Gerald Arnold. The familiarity of it tugged at something deep, something buried, but I couldn’t place it. Not yet.
• Pulling out my phone, I dialed Rico. He answered on the second ring.