"Mr. Blanc." Beniot read from the letter in his hand, "you don't know me, nor should you have any reason to. I have a feeling I will be murdered on October 13th at a dinner party in New England. The address is written on the back of this letter if you wish to pursue my case. My employer, Mr. Boddy is planning to kill all his informants and send those people he's been blackmailing to jail. Only you can help me bring him to justice. Be careful though, Mr. Blanc. Mr. Boddy lies."
Benoit studied the letter carefully while leaning over his kitchen island and enjoying a nice sandwich.
"Hmm.." He took a sip of water and turned back to his sandwich "you know what would complement this here sandwich? A nice bowl of hot clam chowder. Hun, how would you feel if I were to possibly, hypothetically take a small trip to New England?"
His partner spat out his tea, "Just for clam chowder?"
Benoit swayed the letter over the sofa where his mate sat.
"And other things."