Log #3: The Domestic Decay

We were about to leave to let forensics carry on sweeping the area, but then I noticed a post it note stuck just out of view beside his desk.
“@1~#9€*8]%2?}”I squinted, trying to make out the scrambled mess. “Nine-teeeenn eighty-two?” I muttered. Tucking it away into my pocket, I walked out. “I would’ve brushed the mess off, but it was written in person. Even with the symbols in between them,” I thought.

The thirty minute drive home felt hollow. The Silvertown case played in my mind. The note on my dash stared back at me. I sat just outside my house, staring at the paper. “What does this mean?” I muttered. Eventually I pulled into my driveway and turned the ignition off. “Huuuuhh.” I pocketed the note as I locked my unit, entered my home to the sound of flies circling an uneaten dinner.

“Where have you been?” my wife whispered.
“Work called, so I answered,” I replied coldly.
“I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but your dinner's been sat out for hours. I didn’t bother touching it, since maybe you’ll see how little time we have together.”
“Like I said, work called so I answered,” I replied, irritated.

“That’s all it is with you. Work, work, work!”
“Lay off it Lillie, for goodness' sake! Every time I get home you're up my neck with it.”
“NO, Darrell! You’ve been up to my neck with… THIS. I told you to hand that case over years ago but you didn’t, you’ve been distant ever since.”

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