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Sitting my chair, minding my own business, I was finishing some of my paper work for my boss. When I finished I went out to grab a cigarette. A packaged was on the steps of the building. I had two options I could either open it or give it to my boss. I picked the packaged with much curiosity. My boss came to see what I was holding.

“Hey Steven, what’s in your hands?”

“A packaged, hear”

 My boss was very stern but I shouldn’t be talking. I was her right man. So I was the second one in charge.

She grabbed the package out of my hands and placed it on the table with so much demand.  She grabbed the pocket knife she had coincidently in her pocket. Inside the packaged a corps was laid in front of us.  We moved the corps to the pathologist and there was a note at the bottom of the box.

I reached for it, seeming no one else did.

I removed the zip lock and opened the note.

“Hello this is the girl you’ve stop searching 4. She’s back I hop3 your pound of yours3lf now. She’s been gone for 13 years, and you dare close the investig8ion. I’m back and I have just started the game you will play.

Rules are

1: You are to keep this c8se low key.

2: You are 2 only use the items I give you

3: You are 2 listen to me only.

From: ToyMaster”

I finished reading the letter out loud.

My boss was very crossed. We began reading over the letter seeing any hints that’s when I saw he used numbers instead of words. I showed my boss she thought it was very strange.

She also noticed how his wording changed from angry to calm quickly.

“He either is schizophrenic or has two personalities.”

I agreed considering she’s probably right.

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