Desert Places

One tranquil May evening in North Carolina, semi-famous novelist Andrew Thomas strolls down his long gravel drive to check his mailbox. Inside is a note: "Greetings. There is a body buried on your property, covered in your blood. The unfortunate young lady's name is Rita Jones. In her jeans pocket, you'll find a slip of paper with a phone number on it. You have one day to cal that number. If I have not heard from you by 8pm tomorrow, the police department will receive an anonymous phone call. I'll tell them where Rita Jones is buried, how you killed her, and where the murder weapon can be found. (I do believe a paring knife is missing from your kitchen.)". Andrew Thomas thinks this message is just a mischievous prank. He's wrong - very, very wrong. And soon he's going to be very, very scared.