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CHAPTER ONE

Beckett

Before…

The plain manila envelope was tucked under my torn and bloody caear Sent back after the accident, the box sat unopened in the old brownstone I owned for almost eleven months The envelope had been folded up several ties of the envelope were frayed, and the paper torn where the rubber band dug into it The name Dan was scrawled on the outside

I assumed it was short for Daniel – Daniel Beckett Tate-McNeil

Curious, I opened it only to find a stack of letters written on thin airmail paper, folded up and fastened with some blue foil ribbon The letters and photos had been stained with blood I untied the ribbon and tucked in the folds of several letters, I found photographs of a beautiful young woe of her nose Wide hazel-green eyes were framed with thick eyelashes The photos must have been of the woman rote the letters

There were no envelopes – just several dozen letters, the script s

I opened up one of the letters, holding the photo in my hand

My dearest Dan…

I was at a loss The letters clearly weren’t written to irlfriend really, not since Sue

No one called me Dan so how the hell…