On the Shawshank prison yard.
It was recreation time again.
Andy wasn't his usual relaxed self today, he sat in a corner, eyes fixed on the distant crowd, He had been worried ever since he received the news yesterday that someone wanted to kill him.
The cigarette vendor's started wandering around the yard again, selling cigarettes, and made his way to Andy.
"Want a cigarette?"
Andy thought, I've already told you I don't smoke, why keep offering?
At that moment, the vendor lowered his voice and said, "Your problem has been solved, you're quite something."
He patted Andy on the shoulder and walked away.
Andy was stunned.
Yesterday, this same lackey told him someone wanted to harm him, and today he came to tell him the matter was settled.
Andy was puzzled.
Solved, who helped him solve it?
