“Here’s one too,” Kimberley said.
“Here’s another,” she found another. Kimberley then found a fourth.
“This one has part of a postmark,” he said, putting it together with the others.
“Oh my, you’re right. The postmark was stamped at 5:30 PM yesterday. But I told you, no one knows…” Page looked into his eyes, then gave a meaningful glance towards the janitor, who was watching them with a mixture of confusion and suspicion. Kimberley nodded and continued searching intently.
Finally, they had checked the last piece of paper on the floor. They had retrieved 4 pieces of the torn envelope and 6 pieces of the letter.
“I think that’s all,” Page said, “Let’s go back to the office and piece these together.”
Back in the office, they used clear tape to reconstruct the letter from the fragments. Although not fully restored, Page now realized it would become something of great interest to the police. She knew the author of the letter had gone to great lengths to frame Don Kimberley as the prime suspect in Stella Lynn’s murder. Would the author show up again? She was somewhat skeptical, but she thought since the person had already sent an anonymous letter to her, they would write again—this time to the police. Moreover, Page realized that due to Don Kimberley’s overly edited account of their evening activities, if the police ever found out exactly what happened, she would be considered a second suspect.
Page knew Mr. Halsey’s nature well; her future at wefi depended on keeping the police in the dark about everything—at least for now. Mr. Halsey, at 56, was still fit and had sharp eyes, only needing glasses for reading and playing golf, which he took great pride in. There were many rumors about his personal life outside of work. Only with a few trusted old friends would he truly let loose. Rumors suggested he only showed his wolf-like ferocity in very rare situations. These tendencies were the most delightful gossip among the women at wefi, though they were the hardest to verify. Mr. Halsey was too shrewd to make major mistakes. He avoided the risk of failure, and any scandal he was involved in was carefully concealed, so despite the office rumors, they remained just that—rumors.
At 9:30 AM, Mr. Halsey hurried into the office, nodding quickly like a sparrow pecking at food, saying, “Good morning, Miss Castle,” and then abruptly entered his private office. Ten seconds later, he pressed the buzzer to call for Miss Castle. Only he would do that.
