The Key of the Cypher Flux by R L Delaney

Author:R L Delaney
Language: eng
Format: azw3
Publisher: PureRead
Published: 2020-05-03T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter Six

"Justin… Come down!"

Mother's voice was shrill and demanding as she called out to Justin who was playing in his room with Balthazar.

Justin looked at the clock in his room. Nine o'clock. Nothing special was planned for this evening, so why would he need to come down?

He picked up Balthazar and opened the door of his bedroom. "What's the matter, Mom?"

Mother was standing at the bottom of the stairs, and was holding an envelope above her head as she looked up at Justin. "There's a curious letter for you."

"A letter? For me?" Justin put Balthazar down and descended the stairs.

"Somebody rang the bell," Mom said. "Rather loudly too, and at nine in the evening no less. Your friends should know better than that." Mom scowled as she handed the letter to Justin. "Who is it from? Looks like the handwriting of a woman? I thought Amy was your girlfriend?"

"She is, Mom," Justin said as he shrugged his shoulders. He studied the yellow envelope. His name was written in wavy, cursive handwriting, which indeed had the appearance of the scrawl of a woman.

"Open it." Mom demanded.

"Forgive me, mother," Justin replied. "I'll read it myself. I have no idea what this is. It's private."

Mother shook her head and mumbled something about the young generation not respecting the parents anymore. Luckily, she decided not to make an issue out of it, and she took off to the kitchen, leaving Justin to study his letter.

As he stood at the bottom of the stairs, he brought the letter to his nose and sniffed it. There was no particular scent that could give him a clue as to who it was from, but somehow a knot had formed in Justin's stomach. He dreaded opening the letter. He could just throw it away and not read it. But as soon as the thought had entered his mind, he discarded it as ridiculous. Of course he would read it.

In one swift move he tore open the envelope and fished out a typed note. As he did a small photograph fell out and Justin bent over to pick it up. As he stared at the picture, his heart skipped not one, but three beats. There, on the picture was his Uncle Harry, tied to a chair, his head bloody, and his eyes holding a desperate expression. Justin stuck the picture in his shirt pocket and began to read.

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