To Erasmi

Erasmi sat in the dark library as he looked down at the thick stack of envelopes in his hand. While the others had been given a letter each, his envelope had contained a key to the old man's locker, where he'd left him a stack of letters. 

As he looked down at the yellowed envelopes, he could not help but want to ignore the letters. He'd not planned to open a single letter until Gabe's warning gave him a pause. Elijah Frost was not one to do things only out of sentimentality. He was an astute and cunning man who always had a motive. And the fact that no one was willing to talk about the letters made it clear that something was fishy.

However, he was not interested in the motive or the result. What he wanted to know was if there was something in the letters that would give him the answers he needed.

With deliberate care, Erasmi gently set the current envelope aside, his attention now focused on the one with the most recent date.