“It’s Tommy. He left a note in my locker.”
“Did he threaten you?”
“No…”
“Then why would this
letter require you to bring a three inch blade into the school?”
“It was from Tommy
DeMarco.”
The name set off an alarm
in my mind, and yet I couldn’t instantly place…
Tommy DeMarco. I suddenly remembered.
He had died. It was a
drunk driving incident two years ago.
Do you remember our prom?
Felicia, I’m coming back, just for you.
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