CHAPTER 51
Lest you think that life was rosy for me from then on, think again. While it's true that I wasn't going to jail for illegally recording a conversation with the most infamous attorney in town, I was still a person of interest in the homicide of a man I'd never met and I had other problems besides--like what came in the mail that day. After my successful coffee klatch with Sean Moore, I went straight home to not drown my sorrows in a bottle of wine. There was no danger of me ever becoming an alcoholic because I hated feeling like death the next day.
I unlocked my front door and grabbed the mail from the mailbox with my free hand. Mixed in with the usual bills and catalogues was a large envelope stamped DO NOT BEND on the front. Naturally, I opened that one first. I don't know ho
