“Why ‘You’?” Harley asked. “Is this part of a larger message, or is it a threat?”

Leslie’s body had been tossed aside like a ragdoll. Aside from the fact that, like Donald, her arm had been torn off and used to write the letter like a large and extremely morbid paintbrush, her corpse was nothing special. He hadn’t posed her body, or dressed her a certain way, or done anything else that would suggest that the word was a warning.

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