The ransom note was a masterpiece requiring ten hours of concentration as I meticulously cut letters from old magazines–stolen from the servants quarters’ trash and covered with the servants’ fingerprints–and glued the letters on a sheet of official police stationery I had stolen to make the targets less likely to go to the police.
The morning of the nabbing I scouted out the dog park before returning home to review the plans one last time, but the ransom note was gone! In my mailbox I found the following message:
I had no time to steal another sheet of police stationery and make another note. I absolutely needed my original ransom note or I would have to delay. I placed the following note in my mailbox:
A short time later, I found the following message:
I resolved I would have to steal another sheet of police stationery and make another ransom note from my remaining old magazines stolen from the servants quarters’ trash and covered in their fingerprints.
I left the note in the mailbox and went back inside to start on the new ransom note, but the magazines were gone! I raced back to the mailbox and found the following note:
I received the following reply: