Day 1
The commute is a blur of grey rain and damp wool. You take the subway, stop at the deli, and walk down the quiet hallway. You enter your apartment, lock the door, and drop your keys on the counter.
Then you see it.
A yellow padded envelope is sitting in the center of your kitchen table. You didn't put it there. You live alone. The deadbolt was locked when you arrived.
What do you do?
