The Pieces Start to Fit Together
There was one last thing Hank had to do before he left for some wilderness wandering. The hastily scribbled note, left unsigned was left with the bartender at the Hounds Ear. His instructions were to make sure Dewey was the only person to receive the note.
Chester moaned but couldn’t get up. His back was on fire, at least that’s how it felt. He tried to roll over on his side but the fire seemed to shoot throughout his body. His next attempt was to pull his legs under him, at least so he could bend his knees. His head swam as his gorge rose. He sank back to unconsciousness.
Dewey received the note the next morning. It had been too late to deliver it by the time the bar closed.
Staring at the unsigned note, he scratched his chin. Why would someone send him a note saying...