He noticed the yellow envelope of a telegram, wedged under his front door. At the same time he thought he sensed a blur of movement in his periphery. Bending to retrieve the telegram, another blur.
The envelope opened, he read:
Shame on you Andrew. Stop. You shouldn’t have been so careless. Stop. Always finish what you start. Stop.
“Stop! Stop! Sto…!”
Fingers tightened on Andrew’s throat, silencing the last word.
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