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I almost forgot, this came in the mail for you yesterday.”
    He hands me a padded envelope addressed to me, but with no return address. I’m a little apprehensive about opening mail that doesn’t have a return address. I’ve read too many horror stories about letters being sent out to random people and exploding upon opening. I’m too paranoid to open it, but the curiosity is killing me. I let it sit there on my bed for a minute, still hesitant to look inside, while I put on my shoes and wait for Daniel to leave the room.
    “Well, I’m not going to know if I don’t open it,” I say to myself. I look inside the envelope and find a letter that has been folded twice. It’s covered in some sort of thin black material that shimmers. It’s anx-lead mesh, a material that was created to shield plant workers from radiation in the nuclear factories in Russia. Finnegan told Gabe and I about the discovery of anx-lead in the Russian mines. I remember because he wore a jacket lined with it when he first came back from Iraq, and I kept inquiring about the material, annoying him to the point that he had no choice but to tell us what it was.
    It feels so smooth, but why is it wrapped around this letter? And better yet, why is it in an envelope marked to me with no return address? There’s something hard in the folded letter, an impression of what feels like a key. As I unfold the letter, a silver key drops out, and the blood rushes out of my body as if someone is draining my soul. I sit there on the bed stunned, as if every muscle in my body has contracted all at once.
    Three words are written on the letter:
I’m still alive.

CHAPTER 3
    I stare at the letter, wondering where it came from and who sent it to me. Maybe I’m a bit delusional from the mass exodus of blood from my head, but could this have come from Finnegan? Whoever sent this wanted to make sure the key was masked with the anx-lead mesh. This is possibly the only way the key could be virtually undetected by the x-ray machines during the mailing inspections. The government has reduced the amount of material that can be shipped or mailed due to heavy speculation of possible terrorist activity. Anything slightly unusual and it’s normally destroyed and traced back for some outrageous interrogation.
    There’s a cluster of numbers at the bottom of the paper separated by peculiar dashes. Puzzled, I try to convince myself that this letter was mistakenly sent to me, but how conceivable is it for parcel service to switch mailing labels? And if they did, whose package do I have and where is the package I was supposed to receive? The shock has worn off a little, and I’ve acknowledged the fact that there is no mistake. This was purposefully sent to me, but why?
    I hear the rumbling of feet again, and Gabe comes rushing through my door. “Are you ready to go or what?” he says.
    As I turn to him, I nonchalantly hide the letter underneath my thigh, hoping he won’t notice.
    “What did you get in the mail, a birthday package?” he inquires. I respond only with a confused look on my face. “The opened envelope is on the floor, and the letter is sticking out of your shorts.”
    I love my brother to death, but he can be a meddling little bugger. But, I got to hand it to him, he has a keen eye even compared to the most observant of people. He’s beyond observant; in fact, his intuitive nature has given him a strength I wish I had. He can sense when something bad is going to happen. Though sometimes eerie, his gift has benefited us more often than not.
    I remember the first time he saved my life. Two years ago, we were walking home from school and decided to take a shortcut through the back street of Devine’s Rock and Fence Company. Gabe’s instinctivesenses stopped us in our tracks, turned us in a different direction, altering our course and saving us from being crushed. Five seconds later, an overloaded forklift lost its balance and dropped two tons of limestone where we