Mason.
Mason realised something was wrong as soon as he came into the house. Call it instinct, a hunch, whatever you like, but he had been around long enough to sense that element of the unknown and danger which added up to trouble. He didn't expect to come across this in his own place - his home had always seemed a refuge from work - but here it was and he had to be on his guard. Shaking off the tiredness that came at the end of a long day, he forced himself to be extra alert and face whatever was coming. The living room seemed normal, exactly as he left it - a mess - and he was just crossing to the bedroom when he saw it in the corner of his eagle eye. A letter, white and neatly fo ded. The letter was lying on the table in the corner. It was a wonder he saw it amongst all the other stuff there. Mason knew better than to touch the letter and destroy what fingerprints might be on it so he gingerly prised it open with a pencil. The message was stark and simple: 'Don't bother looking for her.
