PROLOGUE
Virgil awoke with slow awareness. The light from his open curtains was blinding. His alarm was deafening. Aches and pains were blossoming across him body. One in particular made him freeze with sickening alarm and growing horror. Squinting against the glare, his eyes darted around his room, searching. There! On his desk was a card. The card. A vintage single fold valentine. On the front was a hideous would-be cute cat/dog thing with demented green eyes pawing at an oversized bee. It had once said "Be mine", but the first word had been carved out of the card stock with a needle. In its place, in red ink that bled around the edges, was the word "YOUR". The Valentine rapist had struck again. And this time he had made Virgil Hawkins his target.
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A.N. The description of the valentine is based in part on various cards found on the Vintage Valentine Museum website. I would like to think its curator for making these images available for all to see.
