1.
The note read: “Dear
Frank, I know you killed your wife, and I can prove it. You are a reasonable person.
I’m sure you don’t want to go to prison. All I need is a $20,000 loan. Please think
about my request very carefully.”
But before this, the
last six years had been wiped from his memory.
Then there were darkness
and dreams...
2.
Owl. Owl. Owl? This
word flickered at the edge of his mind for a few seconds and then vanished. Frank
somehow knew that it was not the word he’d been trying to recall. His very life
depended upon this important word buried deep inside his memory, and he had to
fish it out as soon as possible if he didn’t want the one-legged man and his people
to cut his throat. He had no idea who the one-legged man was. Sometimes he
doubted this man actually existed.
The word sounded
similar to ‘owl.’
He would give it
another shot later. Right now, he would like to focus on something else. Those
dreams. Yeah, on those amazingly vivid dreams.
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