I'm pretty sure I'm going to die.
Or at least, that's how it will look to the rest of the world.
I think they're going to kill me.
For a couple of days after I saw No. 1 enter his house, I didn't notice anything amiss. I didn't go down into the ravine. I didn't leave the house except to go back and forth from work. I didn't try to find anyone or anything.
But as I was coming and going, I realized that the car was still parked out front of No. 1's house. No. 5's car began to come and go at odd hours.
Today when I checked the mail, there was a sealed, blank envelope. No address, no return address, no stamp. I put it in my grill and closed the lid. If it is a bomb or poison or anthrax or something, I'll let it blow up outside on the patio and not inside on my dining room table.
If you never hear from me again, it's because they can't find my body in the rubble.
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