Someone sent a dead mouse to Tilda?


    Lyndon furrowed his brows in concern.


    “I’m on my way, he assured, ending the call.


    ”


    He immediately turned his car towards Tilda’s ce.


    Upon reaching Tilda’s apartment, before even ringing the doorbell, Lyndon noticed something rming on the wall-a word painted in red: “DIE”.


    The message was stark, meant to intimidate.


    Lyndon’s lips pressed into a thin line.


    The threat at Tilda’s doorstep and the gruesome parcel were no mere pranks.


    He sensed a deeper menace.


    Lyndon didn’t waste any time and pressed the doorbell.


    The door opened shortly after.


    “Mr.


    Fernandez.


    ” Elma was at the door, with Sheldon trailing behind.


    “Dad.


    ”


    “Elma,” Lyndon acknowledged, nodding at her while patting Sheldon’s head.


    “Come inside quickly.


    ”


    Sheldon grabbed his hand and led him in.Copyright N?v/el/Dra/ma.Org.


    In the living room, Tilda sat on the sofa, a cup in her hand.


    Her face looked pale.


    “Tilda, dad is here.


    ”


    Tilda, startled, looked at Lyndon and asked without thinking, “Why are you here?”


    Before Lyndon could answer, Sheldon chimed in, “I got a little scared, so I called him toe.


    ”


    Why had Sheldon felt the need to do that? Tilda started to say something but stopped, remembering the dead mouse.


    “Where is it?” Lyndon asked directly.


    Elma pointed towards the door.


    “I put it in the garbage bag.


    ”


    Lyndon followed her pointed finger to the ck garbage bag, knelt down, and carefully untied it.


    Inside, he found a shoebox.


    When he opened it, he saw a bloody, crushed mouse.


    The body was so mangled it made everyone queasy.