Dear Eddie.
The following is a letter written to memorialize a date whereas I was confronted with the possibility that Jeffrey Epstein is alive, and likely in Russia. Edward. Poker is first and foremost a game of misguided intuitions, where one's wishes often influences their decisions. I spent absolutely no time wondering if you were killed, or if somehow you were taken to a foreign jurisdiction to live the remainder of your life in exchange for what you know. And I still don't. I think for sure you should be dead, however you and I have a currency whereas information you hold is such a risk to others, that it is more efficient to silence direct witness, rather than have you kill yourself before anyone finds out where you stash the evidence... The difference between us is that I never sought to acquire information to blackmail others , but you did. Unfortunately, that now makes information more dangerous than ever for everyone else, at least, when it comes to facts. But you know that fact...