The next morning I woke with a slight headache and an envelope of cash on my nightstand.

My stomach still felt queasy from seeing that man’s bloody face the night before. Despite the haunting image, I hadn’t dreamed of him as I thought I would. I’d slept like a baby.

Maybe the night wore me down mentally. I wasn’t sure. I looked into the small envelope with cash sticking out of the top and noticed a small note.

'Go pay your debt' was written in small cursive ...