Over the next few days, I tried to avoid going outside, afraid that I was being watched and photographed. Before I knew it, it was Thursday. I paced my room all morning waiting for the sign of the FedEx truck until finally it came at around ten.
Larson and Alex where there to greet the driver, hounded by two Bullmastiffs ready to eat the poor man who could not even get out of the truck. Not that he would dare given the two dogs barking up the side of the door to his window. He may as well have thrown the envelop to Larson who picked it up and handed it to Alex.
I looked at the same expensive envelope the stalker always chose to send. It was a unique choice from a dark mysterious man who I hate to admit had good taste. A beige parchment no larger than a letter’s envelop closed with an e
