As you probably know by now, I came to look for you in your old apartment this afternoon, and found that you didn’t live there any more.
If you think it’s as easy as that toget away from me, I can tell you that you’re very, very wrong. I’ve spent almost a year in prison already, thanks to you, while you’ve been outside, living your life as usual.
I don’t expect you’ve thought about me very often, Hugo, but I’ve often thought about you, about paying you back for what you did to me.
The information I’ve got about you and Moran, and Mr.P is going to be very expensive if you want me to keep quiet about it.
It’s a pity; I’d almost prefer to see you in prison, but not if I’m going to have t go back there too.
For obvious reasons I’m not going to give you my address; I’ll be in touch with you very soon by phone. I hope you don’t sleep a minute till then.