“Did you put this on my bed?” I asked holding up the letter and he eyed it with thinly veiled annoyance.

“Why would I put a letter on your bed?”

“Someone’s in the house then,” I said and he scoffed. “I’m serious; someone put this on my bed.”

“There is no one in this house except the both of us,” he said, “and now that you’re finally here; we have a lot to discuss.”

“I don’t have time for this,” I began. ...