Evelyn arrived home from work early. Her husband, Bryan, had apparently been there ahead of her and placed the day's mail on the kitchen counter. Amid the usual bills and solicitations was a small square box, about the size of a post card, roughly one inch thick, wrapped in plain brown paper and addressed to her.
She looked around to see if Bryan was hiding somewhere nearby. Evelyn opened the package with an expectant smile. Inside the box lay a black eye patch and a folded piece of paper. Still thinking it was a surprise from Bryan, Evelyn opened the piece of paper eagerly and read the message:
If you ever want to see your husband alive again, go to the Oakland Holiday Inn and get an envelope from the desk clerk for Mrs. Jones. And bring the eye patch ... you'll need it. Continue reading ...
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