Sigma

About Sigma

The night it happened, it seemed like an impossible nightmare. There was no name on the note. No hint of identity or reason or anything.

A single word, on the notes line: “She." Just those three letters. The next day, I received another note.

It too contained a single word: "belongs." A third note, the next day. This time, two words.

Four letters. "To me." Ten million dollars, or our daughter would die.

And then, there was a knock on my door. A sleek black limousine sat on the curb in front of my house. A driver stood in front of me, and he spoke six words: "It's time to pay your debt."

Would you have gotten in? I did.