(Ridge)
I drove to the station at eight thirty.
Took Knox with me. Didn't want to go alone and Knox was one of the few brothers who could sit in a room without needing to fill the silence.
Garrett was already at his desk when we walked in. He looked like he hadn't slept much either.
"Let me see it," he said.
I put the envelope on his desk. He pulled out the letter and read it through once. Then again.
He set it down.
"Whoever wrote this knew what they were doing," he said. "No threats they can't follow through on. No names. No identifying details. Just the facts of what they want."
"Can you get anything from it?"
"Maybe. The paper is standard. Could be from anywhere. But the handwriting is specific enough that if we have a suspect we can compare it. I'll get it to the lab today."
