Haunting-Adeline

“I had some tes ng and research of my own done. I went ahead and
found a sample of Frank’s handwri ng in a police report and the note we
found and sent it in to an analyst. Now just to make you aware, graphology
isn’t always taken seriously in the name of science, but there have been
cases where it held up in court. Regardless, I think it’ll be good evidence to
have.”
My eyes widen with excitement. “Really? Let me see.”
She holds up a finger, signaling for me to wait. “Also, remember how the
serial number was illegible on the watch?” When I nod, she con nues. “I
have a friend that’s pre y good at deciphering shit like that, and he thinks
he got a match. This, Addie, is where the real evidence is. If we confirm it’s
Frank’s watch that had Gigi’s blood all over it, and if the handwri ng is a
match, that’s sufficient evidence to prove that Frank was the murderer.”
“And?”
She bites her lip. “I wanted to wait to open the email with you. So, you
ready?”
I nod my head eagerly, impa ence ballooning in my chest.
She opens the envelope first and slides out the results. Laying them flat
on the island, we both nearly bonk heads in our pursuit to read them.
…concerning the two samples provided, it has been determined that the
handwri ng…
“Oh my God. It’s a match!” I squeal, almost breathless from excitement.
Daya grins, giddy with her own excitement.
“Okay, now for the real test.” She slides her laptop closer, her email
already pulled up. She clicks on an unopened message.
Daya,
I checked into the serial number like you asked. It was pre y fucking
difficult, whoever scratched that number did it pre y good. But not well
enough to get past me. The serial number was tracked down to a buyer by
the name of Frank Seinburg. Hope this helps.
James
“Oh my god!” I shout, nearly jumping out of the seat with excitement.
“Holy shit,” Daya breathes, her expression full of shock and awe. “He did
it. It was fucking Frank.”
"He was in love with her, and he must've found out about Ronaldo and
killed her in a fit of anger," I conclude, nearly stumbling over my words.