I Saved an Elderly Man Who Passed Out at a Bus Stop in the Extreme Heat — Hours Later, a Note He Slipped Into My Pocket Revealed Something That Shook Me

I sat down on the kitchen stool.

There is a locker at the Fifth Street bus terminal. Number 214.

The code is 0619. Inside are the documents that will end this. If you are reading this, it means I believed you were the right person.

Please help me. Please help yourself.

Take everything to Mr. Halston.

My hands began to shake so badly I had to set the paper continue reading …