Lyndon frowned and closed the shoebox.
âDid you contact the authorities?â he asked.
âNo, we havenât,â Elma replied.
Lyndon stood up, looking for a wet tissue.
âYou should wash your hands first,â Tilda suggested from nearby.
Lyndon nodded and headed to the bathroom.
As he passed Tilda, he asked, âDo you have a camera at your door? Did you see who left the parcel?â
Tilda nodded.
âYes.
It was a little boy; he should be about six or seven years old.
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Lyndon, surprised, continued towards the bathroom.
âA little boy? Do you know who he is?â
âNo, I donât,â Tilda replied, following him.
When they reached the bathroom, Tilda opened the door for him and turned on the faucet.
They moved in sync.
Lyndon glanced at her as he washed his hands.
âDid someone write something on your door?â
Tildaâs face went pale again as she remembered the word âDIEâ painted in red.
âYes.
I saw it yesterday morning.
Elma and I cleaned it off.
â
Lyndon scrubbed his hands with soap.
âDid the camera catch the evildoerâs face? Could you see who it was?â
âIt was a man; he was wearing black.
But he had a hat and a mask.
I couldnât see his face clearly.
â
Lyndon finished washing his hands and paused for a moment.
Then he looked at Tilda.
âSomeone is out to get you.
â
Tilda swallowed hard.
âIt seems that way.
â
It was clear the mastermindâs actions were meant to scare and warn her.
But who could be holding a grudge against her?
âIâLL get my assistant to look into it,â Lyndon said.
Tilda glanced at him, her mouth agape, wanting to refuse.
But she knew his connections could quickly uncover the truth.
So she held her tongue.
âWhich towel should I use?â Lyndon asked.