Marty was excited for the festivities – the Easter egg hunt, the train they’d set up for the kids, and the egg painting in the lobby. As an added bonus, Lucy made a surprise visit and volunteered to don the Easter bunny suit.

She was struggling with getting the bunny head on when Marty interrupted to tell her about David’s continued cold demeanor.

Lucy didn’t hold back. “If that weasel ever shows his face around here, he’s in trouble.”

Marty laughed. “What are you going to do? Bury him in carrots?”

“I’ll bury him in something!” She laughed maniacally, throwing her head back.

“If the kids see you like this, you’re going to scar them for life.”

“You’re right. No need to scare the children. David will get what’s coming to him eventually.” Lucy put the head on and hopped out onto the patio.

Marty laughed to himself. Life had taken such a strange turn.

He was about to follow her outside when Gigi caught him.

She held up a finger. “I think I have a package for you. Hang on.”

She returned a moment later with a small box. Marty thanked her and saw it was postmarked nearly three weeks prior. Apparently, she’d forgotten it for quite some time.

It wasn’t a big deal, just some mail that his friend had sent up from his old apartment. There were a few weeks where he hadn’t gotten his mail forwarded, and he was only now catching up. He opened the box, sifting through letters from his mom, his old university, and one that he didn’t recognize.

There was no return address on the envelope, and it was addressed simply to “Marty.” He opened it and began reading the letter inside.

Dear Marty,

I caught you on the FBI’s most wanted list last month. You look so much like someone I used to know. I’m here for you if you need me. Take care and stay out of trouble.

Yours,

B

Marty didn’t know anyone who went by the initial B.

Claire caught his eye and walked over.

“Are you coming outside?” she asked cheerfully.

“Yeah. I just need to put this in my car.”

Claire leaned forward to see what was in his hands, but Marty folded the letter and put everything back in the box.

“What’s that?” she asked.

“Nothing, just some old mail.” He smiled. “I’ll be out in a minute.”

She nodded and went outside.

Marty felt bad hiding the letter from her, but he didn’t want to freak her out. Ever since he’d been on the FBI’s most wanted list, he’d developed a weird sort of fan club.

There weren’t many people in this club, but they were passionate. They sent letters to any address they could find for him – his old college, SureFired’s office, even the library near his apartment.