The Boy Next Door - Weebly

To: John Trent
From: Mel Fuller
Subject: Max Friedlander
>Does the fact that you are writing to me again mean that you have forgiven me?
No.
>I have been leaving messages for you at work, but they say you haven't been there all
>week. Are you sick again, or something?
That's because I got suspended. Not that it's any of your business.
Max is moving into his aunt's apartment. I just saw him in the hallway.
I can't believe you two were ever friends. He is the rudest individual I have ever had the
misfortune to meet. Wait a minute. Strike that. The two of you deserve each other.
To: Max Friedlander
From: John Trent
Subject: Mel
So I hear you're back in the city, and living in your aunt's apartment.
That's great. Just great. I hope you'll remember what I wrote the last time we communicated,
because it still holds true: if I see you, you are a dead man.
And if I hear one word from Mel about you mistreating her in any way, I will come down
on you like a bat out of hell. I am serious about this, Max. I have friends with the
NYPD who would gladly look the other way while I pummeled the life out of you.
That whole thing on Page Ten about you and Vivica--that was my fault, not Mel's. So
don't try any funny business, I'm warning you, or you'll regret it.
John
To: John Trent
From: Max Friedlander