[ WP ] You ’ re a well-known billionaire . One a day press release goes out under your letterhead saying that whoever can kill you will inherit your fortune . Problem is , that release didn ’ t come from you .

I read the newspaper over one more time to be sure that my vision was n't impaired, and I was n't hallucinating. The large, bolded words still grinned up at me. 
 
 The door to my room flew open, marking the entrance of my older brother Brady, who brandished a copy of the paper like an accusation. 
 
 `` What the hell is this, Tarren?'' He barked. His eyes were alight with fury, and it took me a minute to realize his thought process. 
 
 `` You think I did this?'' 
 
 He nodded and shook the paper that had my name printed on every page. 
 
 `` Well I did n't.'' 
 
 Brady took a deep, angry breath. `` I know that you have depression, Tarren, and I know how bad it hurts, but-'' 
 
 `` How bad it hurts?'' I laughed menacingly, warning him to rethink his word choice. I could n't tell if I was more suprised and upset at the fact that he thought I orchestrated this fiasco, or the fact that he believed he knew how I felt. 
 
 `` That's low, even for you, Brady, and I know what I put you and Mom through, but believe it or not, I did n't do this.'' I snapped, sending him back on his heels, much to Brady's surprise. I was normally the calm child, but I was already stressed. 
 
 As the burning red faded from his cheeks, he let his gaze meet mine for a moment. `` If you did n't do this, who did?'' 
 
 I thought for a moment. Newspapers are printed every day, and this is the first I'm seeing my name in the news, so the culprit must've done this within the past week... but why? I do n't pose a threat to anyone, I have no enemies, and despite my wealth, I'm not well-known. 
 
 `` I have no idea.'' I sighed. 
 
 Brady set himself on my couch and closed his eyes. `` I mean, it could be anyone.'' 
 
 `` Well, in order to write an article for the paper, you have to have a job there, right?'' I asked, perking up. Maybe we could narrow down the possible suspects. 
 
 Brady replied without moving a muscle. `` Unless you have a lot of money, or you know a guy who knows a guy who knows a guy, or you own your own paper, or-'' 
 
 `` Okay, I get it, there's a lot of options.'' 
 
 I ran through what I could do to find the culprit, but with the looming threat of death hung over my head, all the local pyshcopaths would be laying siege to my house at anytime. 
 
 Brady opened his mouth as if to say something, but was cut off when my doorbell rang. Quietly, we tossed each other a worried look and headed for the front. My brother casually grabbed one of the fire pokers from the rack and followed close behind. I glanced through the specially crafted glass windows, and when I saw nothing but a box sitting at the door, I allowed myself to relax. 
 
 The box was small and thin, about the size of a book, with a hand-written note tied to the top. As I picked the box up, I pulled the paper out and flipped it open. 
 
 *Do as I say, and that article will vanish. Go to the listed location and head inside. * 
 
 In a shocked state of confusion and fear, I handed the note to Brady and tore into the box. Inside was a watch, with a timer set that read 9:59, and was still counting down. 
 
 I turned to Brady slowly, my blood freezing into ice as I showed him the contents of the box. His face paled, the note crumbling in his fingers. 
 
 `` So,'' he scoffed, `` do you wan na drive?''
