Dear Ted,

Things are winding up. I canceled afternoon appointments so I could see my lawyer about wrapping some things up. By the time you read this, Detective Serling will have suggested that my death was an assisted suicide, that my visit with the attorney proves that I planned to die. Of course, it’s less like planning and more like “expecting.” If I’m going to die, better to have my will set up and things arranged so that my sister can easily dispose of my assets.

That isn’t why I’m writing. My 10:30 was a young woman who called herself “Denice.” This was a pseudonym. She’s Around 5’4” and has brown eyes, short blond hair; looks like Gaby Rodgers in Kiss Me Deadly. She had a Mid-Atlantic accent, Baltimore, maybe? I’ve enclosed a copy of her check for handwriting examination. During her reading, I sensed something about a “John” who is involved with the package I’ll be chasing when I get shot. The rest of her reading isn’t really relevant. I will write you again if I stumble onto anything else.

-Frank