I was sitting at the break room table, along with three of my co-workers and Brent, my boss. We were waiting for a fourth to join us for a 12:30 meeting. Joe was late. My boss' cell phone rang, and he answered it, eager to hurry the time along. The four of us girls quietly talked, politely ignoring Brent's conversation. At last, he hung up, but the meeting couldn't start yet. Joe still hadn't arrived.
Brent dialed a number, then spoke casually to a machine. None of us cared to know what he was saying, until suddenly, a bomb of the juiciest information was plunked down in front of us. "Oh, and by the way, the current renter found a letter of yours behind a cupboard, and the police would really like to talk to you about it. They didn't say what it was about, but they need you to call them immediately. Uh...good luck with whatever it is, and I'll talk to you soon."
Our mouths slammed to the table in disbelief, and our wide eyes darted from one to the other...each avoiding his gaze. Did we really just hear that?
I couldn't help but be overcome with feelings of guilt and dread as he spoke those words, as if somehow I had been involved. And yet, at the same time, I was filled with exhilaration at overhearing the most scandalous conversation ever told over the phone. Talk about being in the right place at the right time!
When Brent ended the call, I couldn't help myself. "There's a message you never want to get!" With the tension now broken, laughter replaced shock, and we mused over what the letter contained. A suicide note? Information regarding drugs? Really...it could be anything.
I saw what you did last night. I followed the trail of blood, and found where you buried the body. Leave $50,000 beneath the pine by the school's flag pole next Tuesday at midnight, or I go to the police.
What do you think it said??