…from the case files of Detective Pagasmo…
Leafing through the mail, I discovered a small envelope with no return address. I sighed, not another death threat. I’d tossed three in the rubbish bin already. Before I could flick this newest edition into the trash, a seal caught my eye:
Intrigued, I turned the envelope over and scrawled across the back was this note: destiny calls you through this mark. The postal service didn’t deliver destinies, marked or not, just piles of bills. And no mark, even a well designed one, could contain a man’s destiny. Perhaps this mark belonged to a secret society recruiting new members, which would explain the ‘1/10’ below the image. Bullets chewed through my front door and shot the envelope and my theories to hell.
Destiny had marked me; she’d drawn a bead that would end me if I didn’t get out of there.
More Detective Pagasmo stories: The Boxes Are Doors, Descending into Trouble, Epistemology, Novitiate,Lulled by Rhymes, News, Clues and Howitzers, Mixed Media, No Truth in Quotes, Haiku Hunt, Random Risks, Freeze Frame, The Mark of Destiny, Detective Pagasmo in Playing Dead, Detective Pagasmo.