I am writing one, Miss Annabel Bradly. I would like to inform you that in two weeks time from the day you receive this letter, you will die.
There is no running from this death. I like to write as a fore warning so you may get your accounts in order and be prepared.
I will not give you details, they are not important.
The day we meet will be your last, I apologize for this, but most do not even get this warning.
You have these two weeks on me, please use them wisely.
In deepest regret,
Daniel-Edison Ath
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As Annie read the letter she crinkled her face at the words "two weeks," and thought to herself, "Who would even try to threaten me?" She quickly called her private investigator.
"Annie, what fun do you have for me today?" Ben sarcastically asked.
"Oh, Ben, always such a joy to talk to, considering I am your best client. I am in need of your services."
"Okay, okay, what is it this time? Cheating husband, guilty client, new toy?"
"That is just it, I don't know. I got a letter today, to my home address..." Annie trailed off.
"Your home address? I can't even find that, what did it say?" Ben asked, intriguingly."
"I think it is a death threat, it says I have two weeks to live. The problem is that I don't recognize the name signed to it, Daniel-Edison Ath."
"Annie, I don't know what to tell you, I'll be at our normal meeting place in 10."
"Okay, Ben, I'll see you there," the phone clicks as Ben turns off his tape recorder and hangs up.
To be continued...
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