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As he steps off the elevator, he waves to the building manager. He can hear the jingling of her bracelets as he steps up to the mailboxes. Brock is still sleeping and he just couldn't lay in bed all day. He feels too lazy. He has to do something, probably the laundry and folding towels but this gets him it of the apartment.
He pulls the junk mail and bills from the little box as a small crimson envelope hits the floor. His eyes focus on it for just a moment before he picks up the envelope and runs his fingers over the wax seal of a 'G' on the back then flipping it over and tracing the cursive on the front.
Mr. F. Iero.
He holds it in his hand as he enters the elevator and heads back to the apartment. Once inside, he sets the other mail down and holds the small envelope in his hand. Curiosity gets the best of him, he pads to Brock's office and pulls his letter opener from the drawer, and slices the top open. He pulls the thick cream-colored paper out and flips it open. The writing is impressive, large swirling letters that scrawled across the page.
Mr. Iero,
Non può stare con te tutto il tempo. Ti prenderò da solo e ti ucciderò a mani nude. Farò in modo che senta ciò che si merita. Menti con un assassino, questa è la tua malefazione.
He pads quietly into the bedroom and picks up his phone. He checks that Brock is still sound asleep and heads back to the office. Sitting in the chair, he translates the words and sits back. That's not frightening at all. Does he tell Brock? What would happen if he did? No, he's gotta handle this on his own. This is his problem. He takes a moment and centers his thoughts.
Frank takes a photo of the letter and envelope then sends it to Jack, telling him he just received this. He asks him to keep this between them. Rising to his feet, he folds the letter back up and picks up the envelope.
Frank moves into the kitchen and pulls a lighter from the drawer. He lights the corner of the letter and drops it in the sink as he burns. He rips the wax from the envelope, placing it on the counter, then burning the envelope.
He watches the flames in the sink before turning the water on. The smoke billows from the metal sink and activates the fire alarm.
"Fuck!" Frank panics as he hears Brock's groan from the bedroom.