The moment Jayda saw the red crocheted scarf, her entire body froze.
Her breathing stopped. “That’s…” she whispered weakly.
The hotel staff looked confused as he handed the scarf toward Damek Ivanov.
“The drunk man left it behind before disappearing, Sir.”
Damek slowly took the scarf. But his eyes were already on Jayda. Because her face had completely turned pale.
“That’s the scarf,” Jayda whispered again. “The scarf from that night…”
Silence instantly filled the hallway.
Even Gon’s expression became serious.
“The one you mentioned before?” Gon asked carefully.
Jayda nodded slowly without taking her eyes off the scarf. Her chest started pounding painfully again.
October 25.
The hooded man. The cigarette smell. The body. And that red scarf.
Damek stared at the scarf in his hand
