Final Notice
Sammy

No it’s not the gas bill! Just a friendly reminder to let you know I still have Graham. Surely it couldn’t have escaped your thoughts that he has now been gone for over a week? No, Graham wouldn’t know the feeling of not being wanted.
As I write this to you he is asleep – well, unconscious to be precise. You see, he hasn’t been very co-operative so far. I’ve used rope and tape, but still he resists. So I decided to club him in the back of the head with my beretta. I resisted the urge to hit him again. Who would pay for a dead body? Especially one with a cracked skull? You wouldn’t even be able to have an open casket at his funeral.
I will be in contact with you in the next few days. Frankly, I can’t understand how you can handle Graham. Just over a week and I’m struggling to resist every urge to put a knife down his throat, or a bullet in his head, or both.
You know what you have to do. You have four days. Get it done. Otherwise it won’t be a closed casket at his funeral, but a bunch of bricks in his coffin.

Until then I remain,
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