Chapter 8 - Finding The Mysterious Envelope Left At The Door
That evening, Marissa Keane arrived at her modest apartment in Boston, exhausted from a full day of estate cleaning.
She unlocked the front door, stepping into the narrow hallway while balancing her canvas bag and a bag of groceries.
As she kicked the door shut behind her, she noticed a thick manila envelope lying on the woven welcome mat.
There was no postage stamp on the paper, meaning someone had hand-delivered it directly to her doorstep.
She picked it up with trembling fingers, her heart hammering against her ribs like a trapped bird.
She carried it into the small kitchen, setting her groceries down before carefully sliding her thumb beneath the flap.
Inside was a stack of photocopied legal documents bearing the official letterhead of Whitmore Infrastructure.
There was also a handwritten note on expensive stationery written in bold, confident ink strokes.
“You were robbed, Marissa. Bring these papers to this address tomorrow morning, and we will fix it together.”
At the bottom of the note was a phone number and an address located in the heart of downtown Boston.
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Marissa stared at the ink, tears welling up in her eyes as she realized her late husband’s fight wasn't over.
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