No

Today Marc was smooth. He touched the top of his head. His hand wet with sweat, in his room was a single fan rotating back and forth pushing hot air here and there. Marc was looking at the letter. It sounded like Denver he decided. He searched his mind for other instances where Denver wrote something. Maybe the way he crossed his T's or his S's. He couldn't remember, when would he have written something. A list! He thought maybe he had one of the grocery lists. He used to write in alphabetical. Why Marc would ask, he said he learned it back in the military. He showed Mar he could write a mirror image, and even backwards. Why? Marc asked. At the time it was useful, meant life or death. You were communicating to someone on the other side of the glass. Backwards helped them understand. 

He stared at the letter, creases started to form after he stored it in his pocket for so long. He had a choice he thought. Either he could believe this was from Denver, or that someone was trying to get to him. But who? And why wait? Maybe it was someone else from the Blue Group.  The fan made its procession looking to this corner of the motel room that. Constantly shaking its head in response. No.