Tuesday, July 26, 2005
This morning I woke up to the sound of my car windshield being smashed. When I went outside to investigate, no one was there but a small note with child-like handwriting on it was left, tucked into the passenger-side handle. The message was loud and clear. It read:
You talk, you die.
I assume this is related to my blog about the intelligence I have in my possession regarding the nuclear suitcases in Berat. Will keep you posted.
Posted by J P Brennan at 6:14 AM