“Woman murdered in abandoned building.” I read to myself. I scanned the newspaper, looking for something worthwhile. Seeing nothing, I tossed it aside. I poured myself a fresh cup of coffee and sat down, only to stand back up again as the doorbell of my small apartment rang. I raced to the door and flung it open. I found nothing but a small envelope addressed to me, Cassandra Parks. I picked it up cautiously, running my hands over the course paper. I shut the door behind me and walked back to my seat in the kitchen. I was about to tear into the envelope when I thought, what if it’s something dangerous? All that I could feel inside was a folded sheet of paper. I decided to open it anyway. I unfolded the sheet of paper with care. When I unfolded it all the way it had a letter that looked as if it were written in haste. It read “The woman murdered was your aunt. There was a little boy killer. Find out soon or bad things will come.” At first I didn’t know what to make of it. I figured it must be some practical joke from the boys who lived down the hall. I carried on with my morning coffee, pushing the letter to the back of my mind.
Later in the day I set off to work, by now I had totally forgotten about the letter. I walked out onto the sidewalk and began the hike to my job waitressing when a man walked past me briskly and handed me a letter identical to the one I had received that morning on my doorstep.
YOU ARE READING
The Hidden Faces
ActionJess, a girl with no family or close friends might be connected to a local murder. The only help Jess gets are the notes left by strangers giving her clues as to how she might be able to solve this mystery.
