Captivation: Want Nothing But You

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Chapter 184 The Patel Prison
“Well, what do you think? No one can tell that it’s me in this disguise, right?” Rachel looked Quintin up and down. She could only
tell that it was him because Quintin had been working with her for years. Those who didn’t know him that well would fail to
recognize Quintin in his disguise. “It is hard to tell it is you,” Rachel said as she tried to sound upbeat, especially in the face of
difficulty. “Come on now. Laugh out loud.”
Quintin could sense the ridicule in Rachel’s tone. He cleared his throat, touched his nose, and complained, “Those guys are
really petty. It’s been a long time since it happened. Yet, they still couldn’t move on from it. Every time I come back, they send
someone to take me to the police station for questioning.” Rachel burst into laughter. Her eyes were laughing, too. Seeing
Rachel’s reaction, Quintin let out a sigh of relief.

When he first saw Rachel, he couldn’t believe that the woman in front of him was actually Sheila. And to this day, he still couldn’t
believe it! It was only when he heard her call out his name did he realize that the woman was Sheila, his boss. He also noticed
then that she looked troubled and disturbed. It looked that something weighed heavily on her heart. He wanted to make her
laugh. He wanted to see her smile. “Oh, I remember it.
I told you to stop but you wouldn’t listen. So, you continued with what you were going. You broke into their firewall and played
fireworks on their computers.” “That was a long time ago, five years ago!” Quintin said, raising his voice in anger. I didn’t do
anything that bad. It was a mischievous little joke, right? At any rate, it was just fireworks.
“Even then, you should be grateful that they didn’t arrest you. You could have ended up in prison.”
Rachel was right. He could have been gone to jail. So, Quintin stopped complaining. The view outside the window showed the
dawn had broken and sunlight was starting to spread across the sky. “Quintin, do you really know where Abby is?” Rachel
changed the subject. “After confirming her general location, I checked the surveillance videos of the two nearby prisons.
I studied the staff mobilizations of these prisons. I have been doing this for the past two months.” Quintin took out his
smartphone to show Rachel a photo of a woman. “She is the person who checks all the boxes as you’ve said.” The woman in the
photo was getting out of a car. Rachel tightened her grip on the phone and said, “It is Abby. Where is she now?”
“At the Patel prison.” “The Patel Prison?’ Rachel tried to scan her brain for the familiarity of the place. She had never heard of it.
“Where is the Patel Prison?” “It is located on the Patel Island. It was originally a reef, which was filled with soil to make a small
island. It is not that far from Apliaria, about two to three hours to get there by ship.

The place was being developed into a tourist attraction until the government found the temperature there to be low so the project
was shelved. The government then built a prison there for felons sentenced for heavy crimes,” Quintin explained. Heavy crimes?
So, the prisoners there had been involved in violent crimes.
Rachel started to worry about Abby being in the company of hard-core felons. Looking straight into Quintin’s eyes, she implored,
“We need to get her out of that place without being noticed! And we should do it fast!”
The nightmare had shaken Rachel that she woke up feeling distressed. And now, she felt all the worse knowing where Abby
was. Meanwhile, at the Patel Island The gate was opened. A prison guard walked in and opened the door to the second to the
last cell.
He tapped the prison door with his baton and yelled, “No. 1227, No. 1618, you both know that you are going to clear out the
weeds today, right? So come out now. Come with me!” The prison guard called out the prison numbers of Abby and Sasha.

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