If I hadn’t been prone to car sickness, I would already have been looking into watch histories as we drove. Instead, I began to make a mental list of avenues I could follow when we got home. First, Santi wanted to go pick up my car. He didn’t want to leave it at the station any longer, and he also wanted us to have two vehicles should we need them. I didn’t have the energy to ask what he thought we both might need a car for and just rode along.
After I drove the cruiser and Santi drove my car, at his insistence, I set out leftovers on the counter, grabbed a hard cider, and opened my laptop. I had to figure out what this watch meant. I began with what I knew – that the watch had belonged to Julius Sumner. I scanned all the newspaper articles and other public records I could find about him,
