Chapter 45

“Can you remember the last time you saw her?” Jota inquired gently.

“Do you know any of her recent movements?” Jota asked again.

The manager’s eyes wandered as he thought, his brows furrowing. “It was about a month ago, I think. She came in alone, had a drink at the counter, and left. She seemed… a bit distant that night.”

Jota’s heart skipped a beat, his mind processing the information. He thanked the manager and left the bar, his thoughts swirling with new leads.

The emotions on the manager’s face had revealed more than words could convey—a sense of concern, a touch of sadness, and a hint of regret.

The manager’s expressions remained etched in his mind, adding another layer to the story he was uncovering.

The mix of emotions he had witnessed spoke volumes, guiding him further in his quest to find the truth about Abigail’s mysterious disappearance.

Back at his car, Horas Jota carefully spread out the pieces of pictures and the diary he had