“A note?” I moved closer and took the small paper from her hand.
“Did you see who threw it in?” I asked she shook her head. Why didn't the person just drop the note at the door?
It is time for the beginning of the end
The note was made from cut our newspapers. What did it mean?
“What do you think it means?” she echoed the question in my head. But I couldn't give her an answer. Beginning of the end? What could that possibly mean?
“I’ll go outside and see if I can find the person who left the note. Lucia was barking at the door” I noticed she had stopped barking now.
“Whoever left the note would be long gone by now” True. But still.
I grabbed a coat and went outside. I went around the house and the only thing I noticed was the boot prints on the ground. I followed the trail until I go
