Subj: Dear Julia Pt.2
Date: 3/22/00 8:59:50 PM Central Standard Time
From: Marcos1

Barnabas,

Don't you just love e-mail? I certainly do. You would never guess where I'm writing from, or, even who I am. Ha...ha. I'll give you a few hints. Where I am, is very hot. And there are some very bad people here. Who am I?

Remember the night. It was long ago. We were both young. The beach was dark, the air was warm, scented with the smell of sweet cinnamon. It was moonless night. The stars looked close and sparkled like tiny sapphires. We made love. You whispered into my ear, sweet words of love, sweet promises.

Barnabas, you lied to me, you betrayed me. Nicholas Blair, do you remember him? Well, he, is down here with me. He urges me to forget you. Move on to a different game. But I can't.

To answer the above query. I am writing from hell. This is Angelique, your wife. And I'm coming to get you.

Cheers
A