The door is ajar as Michael slowly walks into his moms house. "Ma?" Michael asks worriedly as her surveys the inside if the house.
The house is a mess. There are overturned chairs, tables, and bookcases. Curtains are torn and lamps are in pieces. Immediately Michael pulls out his gun and yells "Mom! Are you there?!" He finally hears "Michael! I'm in the kitchen."
He enters to see his mother, collapsed in a chair. "Michael! They were here!"
"Who was here mom?! Did they hurt you? Are you ok?" Michael immediately asks.
"Those men were here! The one who framed poor Fiona! They were looking for you!Here, they wanted me to give you this." Madeline replies as she hands michael a envelope, trying to hold back tears.
"Anson..." Michael whispers as he slowly opens the neatly sealed letter.
The letter read:
Hello Michael! Well, now that Fiona's in jail, i suppose now i don't have anything against you. But, If you go looking for me Michael, anyone with any connection to you will very well be dead. You've been warned.
Your dear friend,
Anson
"That idiot" Michael says under his breath.
"Whats wrong Michael?" Madeline asks.
"Nothing. Mom, just be very careful. I'll send Sam over to help you clean up. Right now, I really have to go."
"But Michael-" Madeline starts to say
"Its ok Ma. Everything's gonna be alright." Michael interrupts as he rushes out the door.
Madeline sighs, sits back in her chair, and lights a cigarette, wondering what will happen next in her sons crazy life.