CHAPTER 105
Hello Mr. Cheffie,
If you’re reading this, then the news is not good on my behalf. If someone else is reading this we’re both dead, so to hell with them.
Did you like my little swap out? Thought you’d appreciate the password on your old herbicide studies. Had to get you thinking about blocks again, but figured they’d grab a copy of my files if they grabbed the Blackberry. Worked too, if you’re reading this. It’s strange, writing from the grave. It provides a certain latitude of scholarly attitude that I shall resist indulging in because, I fear, time is short.
Poor Amanda has probably been scrambling, looking for the leak. How did they find us after all these years? Sorry, Amanda, the leak was me. If I’m dead, then it was even more dangerous than I feared.
I leaked our exi
