With the man inside a cold coffin, resting, sleeping whatever dead men do.
I couldn’t stop thinking about the things in his home, office all over the damn place.
Especially having my home stapled to a loosely paper for anyone to find! What was the reason for my number?

I didn’t feel like thinking about it, but I knew someone was watching me and it all started with the note.

Was I going to end up like this man?
Lying on my floor soaking up my fluids while people figure out what happened to me, close it up as a suicide a man driven so far into his work that he had thought better to be dead then alive!

We all know it’s a lot easier to close a case like that. You never want to go too far into something that has no business for you to be in.

The startling thoughts of it all left me cold and afraid.
Maybe I am not so afraid of dying, its mostly the part of dying young and not seeing the end all the way threw.