Matteo nodded.
âIâm on it, sir.
â
The task, however, resembled a proverbial needle in a_ haystack, burdened further by the passage of time.
Just as Matteo approached the threshold, Mitchelâs voice resonated across the room.
âWait a minute!â
Mitchelâs eyes sparkled with determination.
âBring me the file on Katieâs bodyguard.
â
Quickly, Matteo presented Abelâs dossier to Mitchel.
As Mitchel looked through the file, his forehead creased.
âIs Abel one of the Dark Islandâs assassins?â
âThatâs what Iâve heard.
Mr.
Glyn hired Abel for Miss Glyn.
â
Mitchel turned to the last page, which showed pictures of Abel in action and in everyday situations.
He paused at a photo showing Abelâs intense Look.
Mitchel recalled how Abelâs vigilant eyes always followed Katie.
The look Abel gave Katie was different from the one in the photograph.
Doubt crept into Mitchelâs mind.
He tapped the photo firmly.
âForget about looking into Katieâs movements.
Watch Abel closely for the next couple of days.
I need to confirm something.
â
âWill do.
â Matteo nodded before exiting.
In a secluded area outside the city, a man in a black suit was tied up, his face covered with a hood, and seated on a couch.
Suddenly, he was drenched with cold water.
When the hood was removed, the man glared fiercely at his captors.
Confronted by four imposing men, he remained fearless and declared, âYouâre courting death!â
As four imposing men stepped aside, an attractive man stepped forward.
Abelâs confident look wavered upon seeing the attractive man.
âAbel, you know why weâre here,â Mitchel said coldly.
Abel lowered his head, silent.
Mitchel continued with deliberate intent, âKatieâs childâ¦â
At Katieâs name, Abel tensed.
Mitchelâs smirk grew.
His guess was spot-on.
âItâs yours!â
Abel shook his head vigorously, desperation in his tone.
âNo!â he insisted.
Mitchel remained unfazed, his tone even.
âYour hair was compared with the DNA sample,â he revealed.