Soup Shop Mystery
The note was crafted with meticulous care—letters cut out from newspapers and books, pieced together like a ransom demand, leaving no trace of handwriting.
I didn't hesitate. Of course, I called the police.
Only a fool would go alone.
The officers arrived quickly and collected the note.
As I expected, the messenger had left nothing behind—no fingerprints, no surveillance footage, nothing to trace.
Greenfield Residences, the place mentioned, was a deserted settlement. Once slated for demolition, its residents had long since taken compensation and moved away. Yet for some unknown reason, the demolition had stalled, and the settlement remained in eerie abandonment.
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