By the time Cole discovered this parcel, he had the unsettling feeling that it had been there for hours at the very least. There was no address, but he didn't even need to open it to know who had sent it.
Part of him just wanted to leave it there, but of course he ended up opening it right there in the hallway. He read the letter slowly, his jaw clenching the second time he looked it over. The first one could be ignored and dismissed, but suddenly the jerky sitting in his fridge seemed more sinister than innocent.
Someone was watching him. Someone was stalking him.
But who? And why? Was it the same person who'd sent Ileana the threatening note, and been there during the blackout?
This time he threw the letter out, adding the jerky in at the last minute. He considered talking to the cop on the fourth floor about it as he went back inside the apartment, the click of the lock audible through the wood. Maybe some new locks couldn't hurt either.