The battery icon on Mariana’s blinked red at 3:00 AM. She was leaning against the cold metal railing of the Ponte 25 de Abril in Lisbon, the wind whipping her hair across her face. In her other hand, she held a crumpled letter.
She raised the Y9s. The phone’s side-mounted fingerprint sensor (a feature she usually ignored) had already unlocked the device. She opened the camera. The kicked in automatically. The dim, sodium-vapor lamps of the bridge turned into dancing orbs in the viewfinder. huawie y9s
Not a reflection of a star, nor a boat light. It was a gap . A dark, perfect circle in the shimmering lights on the water, right beneath the bridge’s central pillar. It looked like an eclipse on the surface of the river. The battery icon on Mariana’s blinked red at 3:00 AM
She pulled it out, her heart pounding.
“There,” she breathed.