Dzinski waited until he was back in his office to open the envelope. He pulled out one sheet, folded over three times. After reading the missive, he leaned back and had a cigarette. Then he read it again. A knock at the outer door interrupted his third time through it. Dzinski checked his watch. He left the letter in his drawer and walked out the door.
The front office was dark, and the hallway beyond was darker.
Dzinski stopped halfway to the door. He crouched and moved quickly against the wall.
The door’s glass shattered from the machine gun fire.