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1 DAY REMAINING
Alice sat at the motel writing desk with a breakfast talk show murmuring in the background. She opened a blue file folder. The one with copies of HK letters, kept by Howard Muller. A shaft of sunlight broke in through the closed curtains over the file. She flipped through to the sixth letter. The unread letter. The security guard had been right. What she'd read the night before had given her nightmares. But no more than usual. The letter she now pulled from its sleeve, she'd left purposely until the morning. She was low enough on sleep as it was.
She set the folded-over paper down on the desk. She took three deep, slow breaths and opened it out.
The note itself was short, most of the photocopied paper taken up by a large drawing at the bottom. She folded the letter c
