Saturday 3:00 pm
Feet flying almost in unison, Jean and Matt ran across campus, making it to Jean's apartment in record time. Matt clutched the incriminating photograph tight in his fist while he waited for Jean to get her door open. She'd left her car keys inside. As he stood there, he thought something looked different than this morning. In a moment, he knew what was bothering him.
"Jean," he asked, "isn't it a little late for you to be getting mail on a Saturday?"
She frowned. "That's weird. I got my mail this morning, nothing in it but bills." Her shoulders shrugged. "Probably some kids playing around. It's happened before."
Matt hesitated, looking at the upright flag on the mailbox. The first thing he thought of was semaphore. Was this a message from puzzle loving Megan? "Don't you think we should check?"
"Yeah, you do that," Jean replied, opening the front door. Her voice came from the hallway. "I'll just grab my keys and we can go."
"Sure," he said. Walking over to the mailbox, he pulled the door open. Not really expecting to see anything, he was surprised by the small white envelope almost perfectly centered inside the box. He pulled the envelope out. His eyes glanced over the address. It had to be some late junk mail. But the flowery handwriting across the envelope told a different story. He took a deep breath. It didn't take a detective to know that this was important. Holding the envelope like it was a piece of crystal that would shatter if he breathed on it, he walked up to the door. Jean was just swinging the door shut as he approached.
"I think you better take a look at this," he said quietly.
"Huh, isn't it a bill?" she asked.
"No." Matt handed her the envelope. "It's not."
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