Letters From G.

3

I examined the envelope that I had nearly discarded and saw a P.O. Box was given for the return address. It was in the city. Close even. I sat down at my kitchen table and composed a letter in the voice of the man I think the letter was meant for. Since the original letter had been typed instead of written, I decided to follow suit and pulled an old typewriter out of the closet to compose my masterpiece.I will give you the letter I composed in its entirety:

Dear G.,

I received your letter. I despise you for what you have done and would tell the police everything if I only knew your name. I do desire to know why you have committed the act you seem to be so proud of. I don't understand how a person can behave in a manner such as yours and still be so cordial to the family of your victim. Though I hope that you will suffer indefinitely for what you have done, I regrettably hope, more so even, that you will return my queries with an honest response.

Miserably,

Henry R. Felch

Henry R. Felch is the name of the man who should have received the original letter. He is the man who lives at 1114 instead of 1141. He is the man who is most likely suffering from the incidents described by G. I know this, not because I've ever met the man, but because I have heard his gossip from my normal avenues of information gathering. I know that Henry R. Felch was or is married and that he has a son that uses drugs more than he should. I know that one of these people should be the victim I'm talking about and that the thought of Henry R. Felch responding should make the killer come back to me. I know that all of this might sound a little obviously crazy after the fact, but at the time I was desperate. Please understand that I need this. I need you to understand that I didn't have a choice.