Mackenzie’s POV
My fingers shake slightly as I hold the piece of paper between my thumb and forefinger that was delivered through the post this morning, reading the black printed words for what feels like the fiftieth time.
‘You won’t get away with what you’ve done, you can't just take what's mine and run.’
That’s all it says, no name, no signature, nothing. I grab the envelope and look over the front, trying to see where it was posted from, but the stamp is smeared, making it impossible to read.
I suck in a breath, knowing that I can’t ignore what’s going on anymore, I need to involve the police.
This is the third letter since the last phone call, the first was just a blank sheet of paper with no return address, the second had ‘thief’ pasted onto the sheet from newspaper cut outs, th
