CHAPTER TEN
“Interesting,” I said. “What do you make of this?”
“Well, obviously, someone threatened the intended recipient . . . ”
“I got that much,” I said. “Does it sound like it was written by someone in the Russian mob?”
Terry peered at the screen. “Well . . . not necessarily.”
“Why do you say that?”
Terry scratched his head and leaned back in his chair. “The writing itself suggests otherwise. This isn’t written in Russian. It’s written in Georgian, which is similar, but not the same. A whole ’nuther country now. I don’t know if they have ties to the Russian mob or not.”
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