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“True.” Besides the one I had for Joe, I had an e-mail for junk, an e-mail for publicity, an e-mail for personal. But I tended to keep all my correspondence organized. If I e-mailed someone from a certain account, I didn’t later e-mail that person from another account.

There was another thing that was odd. “Why is this one written in Greek when the others were in English? What’s his language preference with you?”

“Greek.” He lifted a brow, catching my drift. “Do you think they’ve been sent by different people?”

“Probably not. The ones before could have been sent by an assistant or something.” That was a comical idea – having some hired goon send your threat letters. But maybe it hadn’t been someone he’d hired at all. What if Petros had sent the previous e-mails? Maybe it hadn’t even been malicious. Petros could have simply wanted Reeve to know what was going on with Amber.

Whether Reeve was thinking along the same lines I was or not, I couldn’t tell. But he was obviously thinking some