Someone sent a dead mouse to Tilda?
Lyndon furrowed his brows in concern.
âIâm on my way, he assured, ending the call.
â
He immediately turned his car towards Tildaâs place.
Upon reaching Tildaâs apartment, before even ringing the doorbell, Lyndon noticed something alarming on the wall-a word painted in red: âDIEâ.
The message was stark, meant to intimidate.
Lyndonâs lips pressed into a thin line.
The threat at Tildaâs doorstep and the gruesome parcel were no mere pranks.
He sensed a deeper menace.
Lyndon didnât waste any time and pressed the doorbell.
The door opened shortly after.
âMr.
Fernandez.
â Elma was at the door, with Sheldon trailing behind.
âDad.
â
âElma,â Lyndon acknowledged, nodding at her while patting Sheldonâs head.
âCome inside quickly.
â
Sheldon grabbed his hand and led him in.
In the living room, Tilda sat on the sofa, a cup in her hand.
Her face looked pale.
âTilda, dad is here.
â
Tilda, startled, looked at Lyndon and asked without thinking, âWhy are you here?â
Before Lyndon could answer, Sheldon chimed in, âI got a little scared, so I called him to come.
â
Why had Sheldon felt the need to do that? Tilda started to say something but stopped, remembering the dead mouse.
âWhere is it?â Lyndon asked directly.
Elma pointed towards the door.
âI put it in the garbage bag.
â
Lyndon followed her pointed finger to the black garbage bag, knelt down, and carefully untied it.
Inside, he found a shoebox.
When he opened it, he saw a bloody, crushed mouse.
The body was so mangled it made everyone queasy.