Chapter 50
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There was a note on my door when I got home. I don’t know how it got there exactly, but it doesn’t really matter. Someone tacked it to my door, which means that someone knew exactly where I lived. How did they know that? I don’t know. But it’s not too hard to find these things out, not unless you go far out of your way to keep it from happening.
I saw the envelope, plucked it from my door without too much thought, and went inside. I dropped the envelope on the coffee table, went into the kitchen and took out a glass, dropped some ice in the glass, and poured a splash of Grey Goose. Then I went back to the couch. On the front of the envelope, it said “To Chaos,” referring to my street name when I was a homeless gutter punk. That alone was curious because not too many
