The phone rang. “Hello,” Loreen breathed.
“How quickly can you come down to the lab?”
“I’ll be right there,” she answered, grabbing her jacket.
At the forensics laboratory, she met up with the head of the department of cryptology, Dr. Wroten.
“It spells out the number twelve at the bottom. Any significance to you?”
“Yes, my husband’s number in college was twelve.”
“Along with the rest of the message, this could prove that the sender knew your family history and is playing on your emotions.”
“I think I know,” Loreen mentioned. “There’s a good chance that a former worker of mine, Campbell, did this. He’s known us for years and would’ve had access to my office. Yes, I’m sure of it.”
“Where can he be found?”
Campbell St. Peter sat in his den with a bottle of beer at his side. He swigged some. He got the call.
“I can prove you put that note with the hidden message in it in my office.”
“If I did, Loreen…what would you do?”
He saw blue and red lights headed for his home. He ran upstairs and put his back to the wall.
“You’re gonna need a warrant!”
A police officer slapped the piece of paper up to his window.
“It’s all over St. Peter,” Lieutenant Garson McClinton mentioned. “I’ve got a pair of steel bracelets in your size.”
St. Peter snatched a box of pills and ingested a cyanide capsule. The pain and anguish of this action brought him to convulsions. The police kicked in the door to his home and found him flat and growing cold on his dusty floor.
Loreen felt the waves of relief flow over her. The message had been a threat against herself and her family. St. Peter had to die or be taken away now.
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