seekwithin

Dear Daisy, It's been a while. Hell, it's been a long time if we're honest. I've been meaning to drop by the club but you know how it is. Work's been steady. I just got back from Moscow a few weeks ago. Business as usual. I'd ask how you're doing, but I don't think I'll be around to read the reply. Don't get me wrong, I'm not jumping on the "A Train" from the end of a long rope or anything that dumb. It's a long story. I'll try to tell it the best I can. So I got this picture in the mail along with a letter from Suzanna. We've kept in touch over the years. Phone calls are a little hard sometimes, what with the past and all, but letters don't sting as much. Anyway, Suzanna sounded scared. She didn't come right out and say what was up, but I could read between the lines. Near the end she dropped a bomb on me. Dad's gone. The old man passed away three weeks ago. He didn't have a will or anything like that, and I guess nobody there knew how to find me. Suzanna said the county was