I was heading home one day when a well dressed man stopped me in the parking lot.

He offered me a stuffed bear, and told me to give it to Julie, my daughter.
I was about to decline when the man disappeared, leaving only me in the parking lot. I looked at the bear and only then noticed the burn marks on the body of the bear, where it had lain, burning with my daughter, a note attached, saying, "Julie says she knows what you did."