He knows someone’s out to get him. The notes say so, planted everywhere, in his suit pocket, his desk and in the postbox. His ex-wife’s scared so he promises to drop by for lunch.

‘How’s your food?’ she asks.

Spicy,’ he says, mopping.

She smiles, wickedly.

Too late, he knows.

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