Chapter 20

We sat down at the table staring at the mask and the rope.

Suddenly, Alex got up and held the ski mask. He carefully observed it and then he pulled a strand of hair from it. One strand of light brown hair.

"Hand me a napkin, will you?" He asked and I nodded. I went to the kitchen and brought him a napkin.

He gently placed the hair in the napkin and wrapped it.

"I'll send this to my friends in New York. They can get a match. They'll be sure to investigate it. It's a start. I'll also trace where the text is coming from. No pressure."

"If you want I can send my hair sample if-

"There isn't a strand of light brown hair on your head." I chuckled and he cracked a smile.

"But that doesn't mean that I didn't plan the entire thing and had someone do the dirty work for me."

"I don't think you'd be this sloppy Mr. Detective. You'd have gotten rid of the evidence."

"I just want you to see that I'm not guilty."

"I knew that you wouldn't do something like that Alex. You're not the type of person.