Chapter 2 John's Dog (Thanks to Chief IPFH)_3

The middle-aged detective clearly noticed the embarrassment on Jason's face.

He had never expected that a probe would yield results, a truly unexpected surprise.

Faced with such a surprise, he definitely wouldn't let it slip away.

"Mr. Jason, are you in some kind of trouble?"

"If possible, please tell me."

"I will do my utmost to help you."

Davide became increasingly sincere.

It seemed that such words had moved Jason; he stood up and walked toward the bedroom that doubled as a study.

Davide and Hunter exchanged glances and immediately followed him.

The two tiptoed, very carefully avoiding the piles of books on the floor, and when they reached the desk, they saw that Jason's hand now held a kraft paper envelope.

"This was what I found in my mailbox this morning when I was getting the newspaper."

"No signature, no address."

"Inside is a blade."

Jason said, passing the kraft paper envelope over.

"A blade?"

The middle-aged detective's eyes lit up.