I warn you, this is a long post so you may want to get a cup of coffee before you start reading.
THE TELEPHONE KILLER
by Paul J. Stam
He sat at a table in the Anna Smith’s restaurant with the empty pie plate and a cup of coffee in front of him waiting for the numbers on his digital watch to reach 8:16. If anyone was watching him, they would see that this time he did indeed make the phone call himself. This time also there was nothing unusual about going out for a piece of pie and a cup of coffee.
He received the message from Mr. Vitium the day before when he came back from his session with Williams. The envelope was a square white one this time with a card that fit inside it perfectly. On the plain white card was the simple message in blue ink. Call me at 763 7791 at 8:15 p.m., Wednesday. He was surprised to get the card. A messenger had brought it. He was in the kitchen when the front door bell rang. By the time he answered it, the person was gone, but the envelope was on the floor slipped under the door. Continue reading