They continued looking around and found a note that had slid down beside the dressing room table.
Abrams picked it up, "Hey, look at this."
Jacobs looked over Abrams' shoulder. "It can't be a suicide note. There's no way he could've done all this to himself."
Abrams began reading aloud.
"I don't know how much more of this I can stand. They won't stop torturing me. They keep compelling me to do things I don't want to do. I don't know how much longer I can resist them."
Jacobs said, "I wonder if he was being squeezed by the mob."