I watched the video three more times.
Each time, I noticed something different.
My father's expression.
Elliot's hesitation.
The way Elliot looked toward Room 417 before handing my father the small object.
And the way my father immediately hid it.
Whatever Elliot had given him, my father had known it was important.
But I still didn't know what it was.
I paused the video.
"Can you enlarge this?"
Luca leaned closer to the screen.
"I'm trying."
The image became grainy.
Elliot's hand appeared.
The object was small.
Dark.
Possibly metal.
There was a faint mark on it.
I squinted.
"Wait."
"What?"
"Go back."
Luca rewound the video.
"There."
I pointed at the screen.
Something was engraved on the object.
A symbol.
A circle surrounding a narrow vertical line.
My stomach dr
