I had two problems when I walked into work this morning. One: what to tell my boss about why I was absent yesterday from work and two: how to tell him that I was going to take a vacation to go to Las Vegas. For an indefinite amount of time.
So I clocked in and went to my boss's office and knocked. He didn't answer, but I could see him through the window. He looked like he was taking a nap on his desk.
And then I saw the blood. And my other problems vanished and were replaced by one completely different and much worse.
I opened the door and walked closer. I could see it now, I could see the punctured throat, the dried blood. My boss was dead. My stomach turned and I felt like retching.
There was an envelope on his desk addressed to me. And a note on top of the envelope. It read: NO MORE DISTRACTIONS.
I picked up the envelope and looked inside. It was filled with cash -- at least three thousand dollars -- and another note. This one said: APTDTU MKKF.
I took the envelope and both notes and stuffed them in my purse, then backed out of the office, turned and ran.
I have to leave for Vegas. Now. Before the Jester kills someone else I know. Before he chops off another of Derek's finger.
I have to find him.