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A crash sounded from the back of the store and Ellie jumped, splashing the contents of the punch bowl up and over the edge.

Her mind flashed to last night. The man slamming her body against the utility sink. His callused hand against her lips. She gasped, a cold fear washing over her.

Johnny moved toward her, a concerned look on his face. He held out his hand, indicating she stay put. Ellie swallowed hard as she watched him disappear into the storage room, her pulse beating wildly in her ears. A few minutes later, he returned with a piece of paper.

Her stomach dropped.

“This was stuffed in the hole of a brick.” He tipped his head toward the back door. “There’s a nice dent in the middle of the exterior door where he threw it.”

Ellie let out a long breath as tiny stars danced in her line of vision. “What does it say?” The words rasped out of her dry throat.

She read over his shoulder. In black angry letters, the wrinkled note read, “Stop playing games or you die.”