Haunting-Adeline

It takes her a minute, but she finally gets the bracelet unhooked
between the lugs of the watch.
“Motherfucker,” she curses.
“What?”
“Someone scratched at the serial number. It’s barely legible.”
Daya looks up at me, disappointment radia ng from her green eyes. I
deflate, a frown tugging my lips down in defeat.
“I’m not gonna give up. We’re ge ng this blood tested and I’m going to
figure something out with this watch. Let me handle it?”
I nod, trus ng Daya to figure it out. She’s incredibly intelligent, and her
resources on finding out informa on are astronomical.
And then a light bulb goes off in my head. “In those pictures with Gigi,
Frank was wearing that watch.”
I pick through all the papers sca ered across the island un l I find the
small stack of photos.
“Same watch,” I reiterate, handing the pictures over. Daya peers down at
the photos, a grin pulling her lips up.
“Now we just have to prove it.”