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 facts are developed, first through misguided intuitions and much as in poker, one would rather leave them there, as speculation, if the river doesn't flow in the right direction.

That email I got from Russia was reckless and led me to wonder that, if you were alive, could you tolerate people thinking you are dead.

I imagined sitting in a park on the shores of The Volga in Ulyanovsk, wondering how the fuck it could get so bad. Then I concluded that if one is desperate enough, making money is the medication of choice, no matter what happens to others.

That's when I decided that I didn't want to make money from all of this.

My advice to you Eddie is to come out, because, having money and influence in a world where you are alone, will never fill that void.

A recent image of Jeffrey Epstein likeness

You and I both know that there are no virgins in heaven, I suspect that is one reason why you would avoid death.

DMD.