The Maternal Moriarty(4)

No one had bothered me that night, wisely. The next morning I got up early and snuck out of the house.

I walk down the sidewalk. Once I make it to the park, I sit down on a bench. A women sits down next to me.

"I need your help with something," she says.

"I'm not your girl," I say. "If you hurt me, you will end up dead."

"I don't want to hurt you. I want to help you, which would help me."

I look down. "You're going to have to explain more."

She hands me a letter. "Come find me here, tonight. I'm sure this letter will explain everything."

She walks away, leaving me baffled. I open the letter and read it.

I bring my legs up to my chest and curl up. I need to see that woman again.