Elia's POV

"We found this tucked into his sleeve," the doctor said, handing me a small plastic evidence bag.

I took the bag. Inside was a silver bracelet, simple but sturdy. I stared at it.

Was this a clue Mark had died to protect? Or was it the signature of the person who had snuffed out his life? I didn't have the energy to guess. I simply slid it into my pocket and sat down on a nearby bench, my head in my hands. My fists were clenched so tight my knuckles turned white.

Frustration consumed me. Every time I thought I was close to the truth, something strange happens....