She Might Be Dead

Martha's Penthouse

Martha walked into the house to find Tucker drinking like he had been doing for the past three days.

She had a book in her hand, which she handed over to him. “I was on my way in when someone said there's a parcel for you. All they need is your signature saying you've received it before they leave.”

“A parcel? I didn't order anything.” Tucker frowned, refilling his glass with whiskey.

“They can't be mistaken because your name is in this book.” Martha sighed, placing the book on the table.

Tucker's phone buzzed at that moment, and he glanced at it only to exhale in disappointment, seeing it was a commercial message.

“I can turn them away if that's what you want.” Martha said, reminding him there was still something for him to do.

Reluctantly, Tucker reached for the book and signed it. Martha took it and left the house. She returned later with a coffin-like wrapped package.

“Is it just me or does it look like a coffin?” Halsey asked, appearing from nowhere.

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