When he left, I opened the bag to see what had been delivered. There were a couple of books ordered for customers from specialist suppliers. I found a pile of junk mail, some bills, and finally something that looked like a Valentine’s card. Telling myself not to be such a girl, I tried to ignore the rapid thumping of my heart as I ripped open the envelope. The card was white with a vase of pink roses printed on the front, glittered for effect. It didn’t feel like something Jack would send. It looked garish and dated. I opened it up, feeling a strange sense of dread. There was a message inside, printed by hand in blue Biro. It read, “Happy Valentine’s Day Jessica. See you tonight, my little witch.”
I gasped. There was only one person who had called me ‘little witch,’ and she was dead. I destroyed her myself several months ago. I felt sick, picked up my phone, and called Jack. He answered almost immediately.
“Hey, Jessica,” he said, “Missing me already?”
I had to smile at his joking tone, but my heart skipped a beat as I looked at the card in my hand.
“Hi Jack,” I replied, “Um, yes of course, but there’s something else. I just received a Valentine’s card in the post. Did you send me one?”
There was a moment of silence, and at first, I thought the line had dropped out. Then Jack spoke, his tone suddenly serious.
“No,” he said, “I have never had cause to celebrate this particular occasion. Do you know who sent the card?”
I shook my head and then remembered I was on the phone.
“No,” I said, “But what’s worrying me is the message.”
I relayed the message to Jack and waited for his response.
“It can’t be Emily Rose,” he said in a strained voice, “We watched you kill her.”
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