“Could you shine it at the victim’s mouth?” The constable did so. There was a faint glow as it shone on a small object inside. What was it? DS Malik reached in and carefully pulled out a short silver chain. On the end of it was a small bronze medallion with flowery swirls carved into the edges. It looked identical to the medallion they’d found on Stefan’s body. It even had a word carved across the front. But this time the word wasn’t Faith; it was Hope.