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it though? He’s always remembering about it every night, just not this one clearly.
I’ll bring it home Monday. Jon isn’t a lazy guy; just that he’s already put up the
security system and locked the doors, why go through the trouble of re-doing it all.
Plus, he needs to get home already and get some sleep. He inserts the key into the
key hole of the car door, turns the key to open up his car, opens his car, and gets
on. There’s an envelope on the passenger seat. Yellow envelope with big red letters
that read: OPEN NOW. What else can Jon do but open it. If the letters say so, he
must do it. Even if it read DON’T OPEN, his curiosity would have ruled him over
and he would have opened it anyways.
Jon was contemplating whether to open it or not; he didn’t know what to
expect inside. Probably a huge increase his boss must have given him for working
in the company for 3 years already. Or who knows, a random stranger might have
slid it through the opening of the window wanting to promote an event. 1,2,3. He
opened it.
Inside the envelope was the least he had expected. Rather, something that
never did cross his mind at all. Jon isn’t the type of guy who would think of such
horrendous thing whatsoever. Sitting in his 2010 Excursion, Jon just couldn’t
believe what was in front of him. It was a file with a name on it and an address. Jon
knew the address wasn’t too far from where he is. Images were inside of the
envelope too. The images were of a murder. The person in the images were not of
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