Chapter 4Pat didn’t have to wait until morning to find out if there was another note from his nemesis. When he returned home after his evening out with Brock he stopped to collect his mail—two bills, a letter from his mother, and something the postman hadn’t left. A folded piece of paper had been pushed through the slot at the top of the box, or so he presumed. He waited until he got to his apartment before unfolding it. As with the first one, it was short and to the point. ‘You didn’t listen. You should have’.
“A threat, whoever you are?” Pat muttered as he called Brock. “He struck again.”
Brock didn’t ask who. That was self-evident. “Under your door?”
“Nope.” Pat went on to tell him where he’d found the note and what it said.
“Sounds like a veiled threat.”
“No kidding. The question
