"Hey, sorry... Dan is one clingy motherforgeter. I didn't give him your phone number—must've ripped it off my phone while I stepped away. I'll call him."
"
Okay,"
Elena drops the call.
"Uh huh. If I could still do legitimate work, I wouldn't be homeless."
"
Elaborate?"
Jae pulls on latex gloves to avoid any of the powder from touching his hands, picking up the note and reading it.
The letter is short and was typed.
"Stop playing your loving games, cunt. If you don't return the money you loving took from us, next time we'll kill you, burn down your house and make it look like you were never here.
If you want to keep living, send us $75,000 dollars to this address."
What follows is a cryptocurrency wallet address, in a hexadecimal string.
You are overcome with the urge to cough, and begin hacking violently.