As expected, Jackson and K.J. were seated at the table.
“So you got one too?” K.J. asked.
“One what?” said Tony.
Jackson presented him with a clear plastic evidence bag. Inside the bag was a white envelope and its former contents. STAY AWAY OR YOU’RE NEXT, a typewritten note cautioned. Scotch-taped to the bottom of the note was a scrap of white fabric that had been stained red. It could have been wine, Tony thought, but he knew it wasn’t wine or ketchup or anything besides human blood.
“Someone left this for K.J. at the paper,” Jackson explained. He was calm again, but serious. “We found an identical note slipped halfway under your door.”
“Any idea…”
“Donald Niccoldi is dead,” Jackson continued. “The blood-soaked scraps were cut from an undershirt he was wearing at the time of the murder. We believe whoever killed him sent the threatening notes. We believe the same person or persons killed Amy Holden.”
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