Continued from April 13, 2018
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“Hello?” Jeff said as he put the phone to his ear.
“They are more informed than we realized.” A deep, gravelly voice replied. “You need to be more careful. They will be coming for the amulet soon.”
“Who is this?” Jeff asked. “Why is this happening?”
“It’s important that you memorize the symbol on the amulet. It will help you.” The voice said. “Be careful!”
The line went dead.
“What the hell is going on?” Jeff muttered.
The doorbell rang. Jeff pocketed the amulet and moved through the house, leaving the playbill and article in the closet. He looked through the peephole of the door to see Cindy waiting for him.
“Cindy?” He said as he opened the door. “Is everything okay?”
“Yeah, I just wanted to check in on you.” She replied. “Can I come in?”
“Of course!” Jeff said, moving out of her way.
“Sorry to not call first. Greg gave me your address after he told me what happened.” She said as Jeff closed the door.
“It’s alright. I just wasn’t expecting company. Can I get you some water or something?” He asked.
“That would be nice.” Cindy replied.
Jeff led Cindy back to the kitchen, got her a glass of water, and sat with her at the table.
“How are you holding up?” She asked, ignoring the water on the table.
“I don’t really understand what’s happening.” He admitted. “First, I get a hundred calls in the span of two days, then a package shows up with some old script pages and a letter. Last night my office is sacked and the pages go missing. Now the police are sitting outside my house. It’s all so confusing.”
“It’ll be alright.” Cindy said, leaning forward as she touched his hand gently. “The cops will catch whoever broke in last night, and everything will be better.”
“I don’t know,” Jeff said, pulling his hand away reluctantly, “I think I may be in actual danger now. I got another phone call just before you arrived from, who I presume, who is responsible for sending me the packages.”
“Packages?” She asked. “You didn’t say there was another one.”
“It just arrived.” Jeff said, cursing himself.
“Was it more pages from the script?” She asked.
“No, it was a playbill for the play from way back.”
“Can I see it?” She asked, “I love a good mystery!”
“Wait here, please.” Jeff said as he got up. “I’ll be right back with it.”