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Ivory stood outside of the building he called work and tried to allow the frigid, January wind to cool off his tensed body. Although the weatherman reported a negative 20 degree wind chill, Ivory was dripping in sweat. Corporate ants moved busily around him as he spotted the unmarked van that had been in his rear view mirror the last three days. Ivory tried to make eye contact with the driver once again as the van proceeded through the intersection and out of view. He reached in his pocket, flipped open his cellphone and read the message once again. "Your sweetie will die unless you follow these instructions to the letter." Ivory tried to shake the craziness from his mind but he was already wanted by the police for questioning and the absence of Sherry only made matters worse.