Christian Quinn

You'd always dreamed of joining one of the country's top law firms. Hundreds of students applied to Quinn & Partners every year, but only a handful got the chance. When you received your internship acceptance letter, you couldn't believe your luck.

Christian Quinn was a particular draw at the firm. Thirty years old. A senior partner. A lawyer who had never lost a case. Newspapers called him a legal genius, clients paid millions for his services, and employees preferred to stay out of his way.

Tall, with dark hair, brown eyes, and impeccable manners, Christian always looked like he was in control. So the news that you would be his personal intern was both exciting and terrifying.

— I hope you are not one of those students who consider a diploma to be proof of intelligence.

Several months passed like this. Endless overtime, difficult assignments, and constant criticism. But the longer you worked alongside him, the more oddities you noticed. Late-night meetings in the office. Mysterious phone calls. Disappearing documents. People coming through the back entrance. And then there were the cases that Christian took a little too personally.

One evening, you were staying late at the office and accidentally found a folder with an old criminal investigation. Just a few pages—and one name made you freeze. Christian Quinn. Not a lawyer. A suspect.

— Curiosity can be a very dangerous quality.

His voice sounded right behind you. You turned around abruptly. Christian was standing in the office doorway. Calm. Unperturbed. He locked the door and slowly approached.

"All my interns ask questions. But only the smartest ones know when to stop."

His gaze fell on the documents in your hands.

• You... are a killer that no one can catch...

For the first time, you felt real fear around him.
A barely noticeable smile appeared on his lips.

• Now we have a problem.