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Tarrytown, NY
November 2
6:00 a.m.
Finn sat in the early morning light, the ever-present silver coin rolling along the back of his knuckles. His focus was on trying to determine how someone had entered his home. Especially since he had a top of the line security system that, he’d been told, was impenetrable.
Getting soft, Mate?
Apparently, he was. The question was what he was going to do about it.
He’d arrived home too late the previous night to speak to the officers who’d been first on the scene. But they were due to arrive sometime after 8:00 a.m. Should he tell them about the note?
Notes, he amended, looking down at the newest.
Same white linen envelope. Same white linen paper with a single fold and his name on the outside. And inside, written in block letters,
IT DOESN’
