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

Home again

By the time Frank reached his front door, he was sweating under his jacket. He locked the door the moment he stepped inside. Shoes still on, he slumped down in the hallway, back against the wall. He tried to catch his breath. The note. The voice. The feeling of being watched. All of it followed him home. He had done what they asked.