On the other end, Jerry was sitting forward now, his eyes narrowed as his mind worked fast. "That name… Damien," he muttered. "I've been thinking since you mentioned it, but... something just hit me."
Rebecca stayed silent, listening carefully.
Jerry continued, "I've actually heard that name before. I'm sure of it now. It just wasn't clear to me at first."
He ran a hand through his hair, his mind piecing together fragments of memory. "There was a time... he confronted me on the phone. I remember the name now. It wasn't a casual conversation—it wasn't pleasant at all. The tone, the threats... it was personal."
His eyes darkened slightly as more pieces connected in his mind. "And the first time we crossed paths in person... it was the same. Ugly. Tense. It wasn't someone I could just ignore."
Jerry exhaled deeply. "Could it be… that Damien is the one who actually employed these thugs? The one who sent them to deal with me? To hurt me?"
