...The police station. They said to pretend I killed him. To tell my son about it. Make him lay face down, say he's dead. Give him the 30 grand with a tracking object. The money was counterfeit from the cops. When it was all played out...the letterman left yet another letter.
"I know you told your son what was happening. I also know he isn't dead. Kill him now." My co-worker and I, slept together in my son's dorm secretly. That was, until, her next letter. The letter stated that, she was to be killed...by her son.
