Lennox opened the folder. It contained six pale blue envelopes and six sheets of blue letter paper. The quality of the paper was good. The quality of the writing was bad; clumsy scrawlings, jagged, hysterical, sick. The pirates on The Rock are notorious for the freedom of their language, but there is a vast gulf separating profanity from malignity. The first five letters had been filthy gutter abuse. This last was comparatively clean, but even more sickening for the naked venom of its hatred.
Dear Who He:
Do you remember me yet?
Are you feeling the pain?
I'm going to kill you.
I'll tear your guts out
and rip your eyes and
listen to you scream. Your
bones will smash and your
blood will run and the