บท 66: RADAR

''Is that a dead skunk?''

''The head of a dead skunk,'' he corrects.

''Who would send this?''

''My guess is the people out for your boyfriend's blood, and by extension your blood,'' he answers bluntly. Leaning towards the side, he grabs a paper which I hadn't seen earlier and opens it. 

''What does it say?''

His expression goes hard again and he doesn't respond so I grab the paper from his hand. In bold letters, written in red blood ink or actual blood (I'm not entirely sure) are the words: 'YOU ARE NEXT.'

For a minute or two, I'm frozen, white as the sheet of paper I'm holding. The paper is trembling in my hands as I resist the urge to scream. I feel like my life is being sucked out of me with those three words. Whoever is trying to kill me has me on their radar. For fuck sake they know my house address and they could attack me or my family at any time.