He was almost through his pile of envelopes when he came across a fan letter that had been mailed from Sesa to his publisher in New York. He could tell by the Sesa postmark--there was no return address. He was surprised. Sesa was a small town of only ten thousand. It was true he got letters from all over America---the whole world for that matter--- but even with the volume of mail he received, the odds of his getting a letter from his hometown were slim. He fingered the letter thoughtfully, before opening it.
“What’s the matter?” Ann asked, looking up.
“Someone from Sesa sent this.”
“What does it say?”
“I don’t know.”
Ann was intrigued. “Open it. Read it.”
Marvin tore open the envelope. The note was only one sentence long, typed on clean white paper in capital letters.
“I know who you are,” Marvin whispered aloud, and he felt his heart skip a beat.
I KNOW WHO YOU ARE.
