why don’t you just read the note? wilson asked again.
all right. but i will still have more questions later.
friday opened the envelope and took out a single folded sheet of lined paper. it looked like it had been torn out of a school notebook.
on it was written in pen, in capital letters:
i know where you are now.
that’s it?
isn’t it enough?
it does not actually make a threat.
it scared me.
you don’t know who sent it?
no.
do you have any guesses?
no.
do you have any enemies?
no enemies and no friends.
this bill is not your friend?
no, he is just a guy.
you are not giving me a lot to work with here.
i am sorry.
if we find anything we will contact you. do you have a phone?
no.
no phone? no landline, no cell phone?
no.
does this bill have a phone?
probably.
you never call him?
no. i just see him when i see him.
nobody calls you on his phone?
no.
i think if we want to contact you, we ill write to you. mr william wilson at 101 south main st. how does that sound?
good.
friday looked down at the few notes she had made.
two words were underlined and circled.
“money” and “found”.
before you go, i have a couple of more questions.
about what?
about the money you say you found, and that you say you live on.
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