THIS IS GONNA SOUND CRAZY...

As I lay her lifeless body on the living room floor, so many thoughts begin to race through my mind [I close my eyes] – What was MRS. CURTIS L. MANN III looking for? Did I really “faint”? Then thoughts begin to jumble together, THE 1ST PACKAGE I TRIPPED OVER, THE MYSTERIOUS CAR, THE BOX WITH NO ADDRESS, THE iPHONE WARNING, THE NOTE, THE KEY AND THIS WOMAN – I open my eyes and go into the kitchen grab the note and begin to read…"I’m sure you are wondering where the package is, don’t worry you’ll get it when we want you to have it. Our only suggestion for you is to make sure you answer this (i)PHONE, EVERY TIME we call. Oh yeah if you haven’t noticed by now, there has been a slight change in plans. The pictures don’t even begin to show ALL that we have on YOU. Like we told you before, if you run to the police its gonna be some problems. If you think we are all talk, it would be wise of you to pick up the iPHONE dial #313 then press the (*) key [my heart rate speeds up] I pick up the iPHONE and dial #313 then press the (*) key. A distorted voice begins talking “Glad you decided to call, but i’m sure your friend will appreciate it a little more than we do...” then I hear a very distraught man’s voice, “Baby please do whatever they say, I l...” and the message ends. [*bang, bang, bang*] I drop the phone, look up and see Nick banging at the back door [I open it, and go back to pick up the phone], “Man, I would have been here sooner but I guess something happened and they have your street blocked with cruisers, fire trucks and everything...and by the looks of it the police are going door to door. Shoot, I had to park a street over and sneak through the back because you know I got a warrant, *he laughs*". He stops when I quickly and abruptly get to my feet, he pauses looks me over and very seriously asks, "why is there blood on your shirt…?” I don’t hear anything else he says and interject, “They doin’ WHAT!? Ok this is gonna sound crazy but I need you to do everything I tell you, exactly the way I tell you.” he shakes his head and says,“Ok, what’s up?” I tell him,“Go upstairs grab the comforter off my bed, in the hallway closet there should be a roll of duct tape, grab that and meet me in the living room.” [He looks confused but runs upstairs to do what I have asked] – I quickly gather up everything in the kitchen place it back in the box and hurry back to the living room – the body has already been moved *I think aloud* "Mann, Nick don’t play”, but there is still some smeared blood stains on the floor…I run in the basement grab a bucket & some cleaning supplies, run some hot water in the bucket then pour in the entire bottle of ammonia, I put on some gloves grab a couple of towels & head back into the empty living room – As I begin to clean up the blood Nick is on his way down the steps with the comforter & duct tape – “My bad, took me a minute to find the tape” I ask “So what did you do with the body?” he replies, “What body?”…