Search the guy's body

You're hemming and hawing about whether to try to help him or to search his pockets or if you should wait for him to die first when he solves the problem for you by just dying, loudly and unmistakably, with an impressive gurgling **** rattle.

He's wearing a nylon windbreaker and a pair of jeans, as well as the aforementioned ski mask and dirty t-shirt. You root through all of his pockets, getting blood all over your hands, and your knees and feet too, but find a wallet, a cellphone, a fresh pack of cigarettes, and a roll of twenty dollar bills.

The wallet has no ID, no credit cards, no identifying information at all, just $14 (change from a twenty for cigarettes) and a scrap of folded paper. Three addresses are written on the paper. The first is clearly your address, the second is unfamiliar, and the third is your girlfriend Jessica's.

You feel a surge of horror at the thought of this **** thug visiting your girlfriend, and some confusion about why he would in the first place. And what is this third address? What is going on?

You want to check on your girlfriend right away, but first you quickly investigate the cellphone. It's a crappy old plastic flip phone. There are no txt messages and no contacts and the call history contains just one entry, an incoming call about thirty minutes ago from a local number.