Capítulo 342: Chapter 342: Quentin

Sunday. Atlanta, GA.

QUENTIN WISHED TIME WOULD stand still. He knew that was impossible. And yet, he wanted this afternoon to never end.

As they left the library, he swore he could still hear the minute hand ticking down the moments.

After their early lunch they'd agreed the best way to spend the afternoon was by doing their separate research. The library was the best place for it. Hiding their digital trail was easy enough and they didn't attract much attention in such a public and diverse space.

He'd spent the better part of the afternoon pouring over various history books, looking for something to jog his memory or make him think of a detail that had slipped his mind. But most of all, he'd cherished the quiet time he got to spend with Candi.

Now, heading into a crowded bar, he found himself unreasonably irritated with everything from the music selection to the smell of booze.

The basis for this?