I thought I was safe.

I had changed my name, moved, and laid low. Working odd jobs for cash, living off the grid. And then one day a letter showed up, addressed to me, at the lumber yard where I’d done some off-the-books work.

It said: “EVERY MINUTE YOU’RE NOT RUNNING I AM GETTING CLOSER.

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