2. A STRANGE INVITATION
A STRANGE INVITATION
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EMILY
After delivering the proof of both Davis’ involvement in the sex trafficking ring, and his untimely demise to the bus station locker as agreed upon, I head home and collapse on the bed. I had to shower before I could leave the apartment to do the drop, so I don’t have to worry about ruining my sheets now.
I glance at the clock and chuckle. Twelve minutes after midnight. That’s not bad for everything I’ve managed to accomplish since I left the guys’ apartment. Something dark next to the clock catches my attention. Is that a piece of paper? As much as I want to ignore it and sleep, I feel drawn to whatever it is. I must know. It can’t wait.
I drag myself out of bed and stumble across the room. Why is my alarm clock so far away? Oh, yeah. Because I’ll turn it off in my sleep if it’s closer. Of course, I can still turn it off when it’s across the room by using my powers, but I guess whatever works to trick my mind. A small black envelope sticks out from under my clock. How did that get there?
I look around the room, confused. I know I locked the door and set the security system when I left. There’s no way someone could get inside without me knowing. I have the most state-of-the-art security system that exists. Turning the envelope over in my hands, I slink back to bed. I’ll read this and sleep, then I’ll figure out what’s wrong with my security. If someone wanted to kill me, they already could have. Somehow that thought is less comforting than I want it to be.
I tap into the system and see that nothing is amiss. It seems to be working fine. I’ll run a full diagnostic on it later to be sure, but for now, I think everything is okay. Besides the mystery note, that is. And the fact that someone got into my apartment without triggering my alarm. I’ll worry about that tomorrow. I’m too wiped to deal with it right now.
There’s no writing on the outside of the envelope, and it’s not sealed. I ease it open, wondering if it’s filled with some sort of poison, or if it’ll explode. When nothing poofs out at me, I look inside, and find a single sheet of black paper. Upon opening it, I see vibrant red letters adorning the dark sheet.