Hurriedly, Malcolm stuffed the letter back into the envelope and pushed it into his pocket. Suddenly, he realised that he was alone in the long corridor, just opposite the door of his office. The letter was so important that he felt the instinctive need of hiding it. But it was not necessary... or was it after all. A man in his position had to take precautions.
"Do not get paranoid, Malcolm", he said to himself while laughing nervously.
Malcolm K. Evant had arrived in the University earlier than usual in the morning and he had found a strange letter in his mailbox. He had been waiting for this letter since his wife and daughter had been killed in a terrorist attack.
Now, he knew that he had to make a decision. It was not an easy decision because the lives of too many people were at stake. He had been preparing himself for this moment for a long time but, in spite of that, he could not avoid to be afraid.
Malcolm got into his office and closed the door behind him. He took the envelope out of his pocket, opened it and took the letter out carefully. He looked at it thoughtfully. There was not a word written on it and it had a curious smell of lemmon.
Finally, the time had come...
