“It’s not just me,” I said, as my heart began to pound. “He was wearing a watch, the same one you saw in your—in your—” Vision, I thought. But I couldn’t quite say it out loud. “He had the same watch as Lassiter,” I said instead. “The same one.” I met Noah’s eyes. “What are the chances?” Noah was quiet for a moment. Then said, “You think he took Joseph.” It wasn’t a question, but I nodded in assent.
