Kramer,
Surprised? Wondering how I got your e-mail? Sorry, a good con never reveals his secrets. Anyway, I know what you were planning. I heard you tell Peter you wanted to get my sentance extended as long as you could. Then make me work for you in D.C.
Let me tell you know; it wouldn't have worked out. The reason Peter and I did so well together is because we trusted each other. We understood each other, and knew just how far we could push each other before all Hell broke loose. You don't trust. I'll admit, I had a hard time getting used to working with the feds after so long running from them, and trust isn't exactly second nature to Peter. And I'm not always easy/deserving of trust. But at the end of the day, that's what we had. That's why we could do what we did.
And I only ran because you forced me to. Running when I get trapped is instinct. I wasn't going down without a fight. If I were to get caught now, no deal would be worth letting me out. I may have loved everything and everyone there, but there was no way in Hell I was letting you get me.
Game over,
Neal