Flipping on the security monitor Jeff saw no one. There was a note left, however. He retrieved it, opened it and read it.
"No more Mr. Niceguy. My days of consideration are long past. This time I mean business."
"Guys? Someone's up to something ..." Jeff called out to us.
Suddenly I heard Clark swearing in the den where he was engaged in a bit of recreational television viewing. Both Jeff and I walked in on him at the same moment.
"Looks like things might get interesting," Jeff noted. "Look at this note we just got." I took it and read it.
"Television's on the fritz for some reason," Clark muttered while I scanned the note.
"This is it?" I asked Jeff. "Who's it from?"
Jeff shrugged. "No clue. Oh ... wait. There's something else." He pulled out a card tucked in the corner of the envelope. "Uh oh. Uh ... Clark? I have a feeling the television's going to be out of commission for some time ..."
Jeff showed the card to Clark and I: