Lizzie stormed into the bathroom while I was in there a little while ago. Normally she doesn't do that unless she absolutely has to, so it was a little disconcerting when she storms in and catches me with my fly down. Not that she doesn't know “”ME” by now, but that's fun time and this is the public restroom.
“You need to back off the case,” she says as I zip myself up.
I frowned. “What are you talking about?”
She tells me to take a few days, lay low. Now I know she's screwing with me, and I ask her if she is being serious. She responds by handing me a sheet of paper that, typed in what had to be 72-font (jeez, big enough?), were the following letters:
MHARTS UOY EES I
Of course, I recognize them immediately. But I still don't understand what it has to do with me.
“Lizzie, is this a joke? What are you-”
That did it. She grabs me, pushes me so that I slam against the counter (she's never this rough, not even during fun time), and holds the sheet up to the mirror.
“Does this look like a fucking joke?” she screams.
And this time, I see it. Really see it. The letters that were written in backwards were now showing so that they were finally legible. He never wanted me to unscramble all the words; he wanted me to find the one hidden message in them. I didn't know what to say as I looked at the four words that were staring back at me as though taunting me:
I SEE YOU STRAHM