BACK AT MY DESK, there was a message from Chief Trac-chio waiting for me, and one from Jill.

"And the Chronicle's waiting for you," my secretary Brenda called.

"The Chronicle?"

I looked up and saw Cindy, sitting knock-kneed on a stack of files outside my office. She pulled herself up as I approached, but I just didn't have the time for her.

"Cindy, I can't meet right now. I'm sorry. There's a briefing scheduled -"

"No," she cut in, stopping me, "I have something to show you, Lindsay. This takes precedence."

"Is everything all right?"

She shook her head. "I don't think so."

We shut the door to my office behind us, and Cindy re-moved a piece of paper from her knapsack. It looked like e-mail.

"Sit down," she said. She put the page in front of me and sat next to me. "Read."

One look at Cindy's eyes and I knew this wasn't good.

"It came in my morning e-mail," she explained. "I'm listed on the Chronicle website. I don't know who it's from. Or why they sent it to me. It's just that I'm a little freaked right now."

I started to read. Don't ask how we got your name or why we're contacting you.... The more I read, the worse it got. We are prepared to kill one prominent bloodsucking pig every three days.... I looked up.

"Keep reading," Cindy said.

I looked back down and read the rest of the page. I was trying to decide if it was real. I reached the bottom, and knew that it was.

August Spies.

My chest was building up pressure. Suddenly, it was clear where all............