But how was that even possible? The cologne I had perceived when I entered my apartment was that of Jordan and this guy’s own did not smell anything like it. To some extent, I was quite sure that Jordan had brought that book there.

And now, it seemed like he knew who Jordan was and judging from his impulsive reaction, he was not on good terms with him.

“You know who Jordan is?”

“I said not to mention his name!” He snapped again not even wanting to hear the word at all.

“Okay, fine. But what do you know about him? And how did this book come about? How much...