Janitor Finds Gym Floor Filled With Umbrellas, Then Reads the Note Left for Him

Looking everywhere

Frank stared out the windshield, phone still to his ear. He scanned the parking lot, the rooftops, the tree line. Was someone watching him right now? His jacket had been touched. His locker opened. His keys moved. That voice had known his name. It was all done while he was inside, just minutes ago. Whoever this was—they had been close.