Wandering through the night alone was probably not my best idea. It was on the property but still kind of sketchy. Walking alone at night kind of seemed therapeutic. It was so quiet. Even in the quiet of the night my mind was still racing. I don't think it ever shut off. I wish it did.

As I walk on I hear a whisper and the footsteps of two people. No three people. Jameson, Avery and the persistent bodyguard Oren. If I was Oren I would be so over it right now.

I see the figure of Avery's head turn in my direction. I Am too far away to tell what her reaction is. I watch her lean into Jameson to whisper. She is most likely trying to figure out who other than Oren is trailing them.

"Annabelle," Jameson called out, "Is it you."

I couldn't help but roll my eyes before I yelled back, "No it's your non-existent father."

I sprint to catch up with the two of them. Jumping up and bobbing Jameson's head as I go past.

"Should I be concerned that you're happy?" He asks with a questionable look written on his face.

"Yes. I had like three energy drinks so I could finish all the homework I had this week." I smile at him giving them two thumbs up, "Time to search the babbling Brooke."

I can finally get a good look at Avery's face now that I'm closer. She is surprised by the fact that I am energetic. She has only really seen annoyed, sarcastic me.

I feel Jameson bump my shoulder before turning toward Avery, "Shall we turn our attention to the bridge, Heiress?"

The bridge had always been a special spot. It was where Tobias proposed to his wife. I remember running across the wooden bridge trying to beat Jameson somewhere. It was a very memory-harboured spot.

"Did your grandfather build this himself?" Avery asked Jameson. The more she learnt about things in their lives the more she thought she understood the old man. She didn't really. Every step he made was calculated and was ready to throw you off track. He was always one step ahead. He could always seem to manipulate the situation.

"I don't know if he built it." Jameson flashed a Cheshire Cat grin, his teeth glinting in the dark. "But if we're right about this, he almost certainly built something into it."

We all walked along the bridge. Jameson first then Me then Avery. I watched as Jameson trailed his fingers along the railing. His face looked so tense. I could see the possibilities going through his head. Where could there possibly be the answer?

"Any idea what we're looking for?" Avery asked. Jameson didn't look up and kept his fingers trailing along the handrail.

"We will know when we see it." I told her, "I guess that it's a number or symbol of some sort."

I could hear Jameson say so lightly, "Psychic Anna, psychic"

I watched as Avery pulled out her phone and turned on the torch. Her face lit up and I finally got a good read. Head tilted, right eye slightly squinted, and jaw tight. You are thinking about the puzzle. Not just this one but the puzzle of all the boys. The puzzle of Emily. You feel as though you need the answer. Need to know and control one thing. You don't want to pick but you just want to control something. You lost control ever since you got the money. That's why you told the press. You thought you would gain control. It sent you further down a dark tunnel.

I decided to follow by pulling out my torch and doing the same. I went to the other side of the bridge. I watched As I saw Jameson and Avery slowly inching closer to each other.

"I'll know it when I see it," Jameson said, almost assuring himself.

"Or maybe I will." Avery straightened out.

I saw a flicker of realisation in Jameson's eyes and I knew immediately what he wanted to do.

His eyes darted between me and Avery as he said, "Sometimes, you just need a different point of view."

Jameson jumped up onto the railing and started to walk across the bridge looking down into the water. I saw the rising panic on Avery's face as he walked getting closer to falling off the edge. She didn't understand that in a way all the Hawthorne's were a strange type of invincible. They could dangle off bridges, race cars at speeds too fast or jump off bridges and they would still only come out of it with a scratch.

"We need to look below," Jameson said. He climbed to the far side of the railing, balancing on the bridge's edge. "Grab my legs," He tried to tell us before stopping. "No. I'm too big. Even with the two of you, I might get dropped."

"Thanks for doubting my strength Jamie." I rolled my eyes.

He ignored my comment and continued, "I'll have to hold on to one of you two."

I looked over to Avery and nodded to her to do it.

She pointed at herself before starting to argue, "Me. No way. You do it."

"There is no way Annabelle will agree to do that. Please, Avery." Jameson

Avery wanted to solve it. Even being as nervous as she was, she agreed.

Jameson braced his hand on her hips and I stood over to watch her hang before walking off to check the other parts of the bridge.  Everything seems to be in place. I walk over to a spot that squeaks. I push my foot on it and the wood lifts. 

If there is a clue here it is under that piece of wood. I bend down and try to lift it. It was stuck. There was another lever or button that I would need to twist around. I felt around the board of wood. There it was. On each side of the board there were small knots in the wood. I pressed it letting the wood twist open till it faced upward.  

Carved into the wood was the infinity symbol. Or the letter eight. 

"Jameson," I call out. "Pull Avery up and get over here." He obliged and I watched as they both stood up and walked over to me. "Look at this."

"Infinity," Jameson bent down and traced the symbol with his finger. 

Avery copied, "Or eight."

---------------------------------------------------

Avery and Jameson had already stared walking back. But I spotted something. Or someone.

"Grayson Hawthorne, doesn't seem like you can leave anything alone." He turned around lowering his eyes to mine. 

"Well do you mind telling me what you found?" He asked. His hair somehow was still sitting perfect on his head. Everything about him was always spot on and he never made any mistakes. It was different from my two messy French braids, ripped t-shirt, and dirty shoes. I also seemed to ruin everything and I could never possibly be perfect. 

I stared at him. I wanted him to want to win again. I wanted him to stop thinking that he didn't deserve to win. 

"Admit that you want another puzzle and you want to win it." I continued pushing a stray hair away from my face, "Then I will tell you exactly what we found and a clue on what you need to look for next."

Grayson didn't want to admit it. But he would. He might have not needed my help but some part of him would always want it.

"I want to win another of my Grandfather's games." He held his gaze taking a small step closer to me, "I need it. and I need to win it."

I Let out a slow breath, "you and your brothers last names have a meaning. Whether it is a place or object. Westbrook, Nash's middle name, Has an infinity symbol. Or and eight."

I watched his face shift into thinking mode, "What's next?" He asked.

"Winchester."

"Jameson's middle name." We were both standing inhumanly still my body refused to move. Part of me wanted to run and the other part wanted to lean into him. I didn't let myself to either. 

"Your Grandfather was very fond of his rifles."

A/n

I started school this week and I wish it was summer again. Please send help because why do I already have a maths test next week. 

Anyway 

hope you like this chapter.