Chapter 1007 A Difficult Position

"Let's see if anyone sparks a memory. Otherwise, all our efforts will have been for naught," Lucy suggested. Cherise's lips pressed into a thin line as she settled back onto the bed, resuming her examination of the photos. As daylight waned and the room darkened with the onset of evening, Cherise noticed the fading sunlight giving way to the encroaching night. By eight o'clock at night, Lucy's persistent yawns betrayed her fatigue. After hours spent poring over the photographs, Cherise's breakthrough came unexpectedly. She identified a figure in one of the books with a pointed finger. "I remember him," she declared. "I recall his name, and I remember he once lent me a hand."