A woman walked with hurried steps while looking around her soundings. Her scarf and hat were covering most of her face as she hastily slipped a note into a mailbox. She almost ran back to the car she came from and the car drove off shortly after. This time the note did not land in Nathan’s box, now it landed into to mailbox of the Blackwell’s. Ella let it pass a while before she took her call. It was time, but she wanted it to look authentic. She dialed the number to her brother and she breathed deeply a couple of times before he answered. Her voice was faltering and hectic. She was going back and forth between whispering and almost yelling. Her brother tried to calm her down to no avail. “Fine, fine, calm down. I’ll meet you. Where Ella?” She stifled a sob before she croaked out “the dock
