Chapter 6

The envelope landed with a muted, expensive thud on the concrete just inside Ralph’s apartment door, the way only high-end stationery did. The thing looked like it could hold anthrax or a court summons, and for a solid ten seconds, he just stared at it from the kitchen, mug of coffee hovering by his mouth.

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