The Hunt Club 61
They split up. Sarah will go down to the ground floor and work up; Simon will go upwards from where they are.
In the girls’ room on the ground floor, Sarah finds a thick manilla envelope, addressed to The Hunt Club Kids. She runs her finger across the flap, pulls out quite a thick sheaf of A4 paper, typed, held together with a paperclip.
The top of the first page reads:
At the risk of descending to cliché, if everything goes according to plan, by the time you read this I’ll be dead. If it doesn’t, I’ll be in hospital. In which case, I’m going to have to face the consequences of what I have written here.
Either way, I’m prepared for that.