Internet 24

He walks to his car and presses the key to turn it on before getting in. Waiting for him on his windshield is a folded piece of paper. He looks around and only sees a few scattered cars, but not one in sight. As it should. Even though the parking lot looks like your average square pavement, it's far from it.

Every aspect was curated. The painted lines provided a purpose Rico doesn't know. The Lights have cameras that can be seen at night and in other frequencies, including heat waves, ghosts, and invisibility cloaks from various companies and alien races. So, for there to be a note on Rico's car is a wonder that has trumped all he has read today.

Cautious but curious, he opens the paper and reads the note.

Wait, your read is only the start. There is more in between the lines. Something creeping out the words. Something within the ink. We will meet soon. You won't know when, but I hope I time it right.

Rico examines the paper for any identifying marks, hair, or smudge print, but nothing. It's clean. Rico steps in his car, now more nervous for the upcoming week.