Sean stopped at the counter. The robber left me a note. By Randy Wilcox Sean nodded toward the foyer as he poured. It's in my jacket pocket. Doesn't seem to have much to do with who took my things or why, but who knows.
People are strange.
He loosened his tie and toed off his shoes without breaking stride, heading toward the sofa. Marilyn went to the coat rack, reached two fingers into the breast pocket, and fished out the note. By C. Roy Furr Marilyn quickly crumpled the piece of paper into a little ball inside her fist, closed her eyes and tried to clear her mind. What is going on, she wondered. The nasty trick they had played on Sean was long since past if not forgotten altogether.