Emerald City
“the patrolman said, looking at the bullet on the table. “It was in an envelope in your mailbox.”
“Yes,” I told him for the third time. “No address. Someone must have unlocked the box and put it in there.”
Steve sat at the table, staring down into his lap. Since the cop had arrived he’d only spoken when asked a question, his voice barely above a whisper. I’d poured us both a shot of brandy before I called 911, then we’d waited. He’d tried to calm me, but all he did was work himself up even more.... I knew he was terrified. So was I. First the calls, then maybe the car, and now this. It was way too real. All I could do was try to hold it together.
I’d told the patrolman about Craig Adler, the story and the threats and he’d written it all down carefully. The bullet was standing on the coffee table; I hadn’t been able to take my gaze off it.
“And you don’t know who might have sent it?”
“The guy who’s been making the phone calls,” I said in exasperation. “It’s an obvious connection.”MoreLess
“Yes,” I told him for the third time. “No address. Someone must have unlocked the box and put it in there.”
Steve sat at the table, staring down into his lap. Since the cop had arrived he’d only spoken when asked a question, his voice barely above a whisper. I’d poured us both a shot of brandy before I called 911, then we’d waited. He’d tried to calm me, but all he did was work himself up even more.... I knew he was terrified. So was I. First the calls, then maybe the car, and now this. It was way too real. All I could do was try to hold it together.
I’d told the patrolman about Craig Adler, the story and the threats and he’d written it all down carefully. The bullet was standing on the coffee table; I hadn’t been able to take my gaze off it.
“And you don’t know who might have sent it?”
“The guy who’s been making the phone calls,” I said in exasperation. “It’s an obvious connection.”MoreLess
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