PRIVATE & CONFIDENTIAL

20/03/1987

Dear Miss. Hallouma,

We know you as the "Executive Secretary" of Mr. Richard  W. M. Howes of
Farimo Ltd, situated in Armenias.  Your boss is in a great deal of Trouble
with people who do not like to be messed around.  The tobbaco industry
is a multi-billion dollar a year business, nobody fucks about with this
sort of money and gets away with it!

Richard Howes is the worst kind of drugs pusher there is, for years he
has grown fat by feeding, like a parasite, on the Government endorsed
poisoning of millions of people who have the misfortune to be addicted,
through no fault of their own, to cigarette smoking.

Thousands of people die every day because of Richard Howes.  As you know,
last year Richard stabbed Reemtsma in the back and threw in his lot with
the TMET mob.  Between them, they cooked up a clever little stew which
they are now going to choke on.  Richard is just a tiny piece of shit in
a cesspool full of death and diesese, he has no power and no money, in
fact, he is in debt up to his beady little eyes.  Remember how he was
running around in circles last year trying to get a loan and everyone
refused him?  He even got you to counter-sign his applications.

His mistake is that he got too greedy, he thought he could cut everyone
out and climb to the top of the pile of shit, he calls his business,
all by himself.  When you are a small fish in a big ocean full of killer
sharks, it is wise not to make any waves.  Richard has brewed himself up
a full scale hurricane thats going to make him dissapear up his own arsehole.

Do not think that you owe him any obligation, he cares nothing for you,
he is just using you to achieve his own miserable ends, look how
he treats his own brother, Ronald, is this the way a civil human being
behaves?  Does this evil murderer deserve your sympathy?  Save your tears
for your father who is dying of Richards' own brand of poison!

Richards' Troubles are so bad that he is going to drag you into this mess,
to save his dirty little neck, by getting you to give false evidence in
court so that he gets off the hook.  We are not going to allow him to get
away with anything of the sort.  We have no quarrle with you, we know that
you have been innocent throughout this nasty affair but we can not standby
and let you get involved in this sordid matter

We are going to make you an offer you cant refuse, if you do not obey,
you will not hear from us again, you will not hear from anyone again,
we will not be responsible for your life unless you do exactly as we
tell you.  In this envelope you will find C£2,250 which is your salery,
including holiday pay up to the end of this year.  You have nothing to
lose, tell Richard that you are taking your annual holiday now and then
send him your resignation by post with one months notice.  Do not give
any explanation other than that you have had a better offer and you feel
it is time to make a carrer move.

Before you do or say anything, you must make a copy of all his current
files and a note of all his business contacts, his bank accounts, credit
cards with their numbers and general details etc.  We already know almost
everything there is to know about him, despite his obssesion with secrecy,
he is as transparent as glass, a complete amature trying to make out that

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he is "it", when he is, in fact, "SHIT".

We will contact you when you show us that you are a good girl and pay
you another C£1,000 for the information that you will get for us.
Do not be frightened by this letter, you have noyhing to fear from us
if you do exactly as you are told.  When you have read and understood
this letter, burn it.  Do not mention this to ANYONE or else you will
suffer the same fate as your stupid boss.

Stay cool.

There is one other thing we would like you to do for us and we will pay
you an extra C£1,000.  You have a brother in-law with a red BMW, every-
where we go, he has been there before us. Every check we do on Richard
we find out that he has already done it.  Very soon after we started
watching your boss we realised that Panos was also watching him,
furthermore, we are certain that he knows about us but we cant prove it.
What is even stanger is that a private detective contacted us out of
the blue and began to supply us with Richards' most private secrets.
Again, we are certain it was Panos but we cant prove it.

What does he do?  He hardly ever goes out during the day, he has no job,
he goes out at night dressed like a commando, drives with his lights
off and dissapears into thin air.  He changes cars which we have traced
to a used car salesman, he walks into buildings and never comes out,
he dresses up like a woman, an old man or a stockbroker, he makes strange
long distance phone calls at odd hours and uses some kind of military
scrambler and even when he speaks in the clear he uses a code which in
two years we still dont understand.  He cant pay his grocery bills on
time yet he buys and sells thousands of tons of basic commodities on
behalf of non-existant Panama companies.  Once he telephoned a cargo
ship in the middle of the Atlantic, via satelite, and spoke to the captain,
two weeks later the ship dissapeared off the coast of Cuba!  Coincidence?
The ship was transporting yellowcake (enriched uranium ore) from South
Africa to Brazil.  The cargo was worth $100 Million.

Just when we decide to write him off as an excentric lunatic, he sees
a psychiatrist regularly, he phones London and orders a £50,000 bullet-
proof car and walks into a bank with a forged passport pretending
to be an arab and opens a letter of credit to the South African
Chamber of Mines, Chicago branch, for $633 Million!

What is his connection with hospitals?  Did he ever study to be a doctor?
Why does he visit the mortuary and see the pathologist at irregular
intervals, usually after someone has died in suspicious circumstances?
Why does Henry Kissinger, Sir Godfry Barrymore, the ex-king of Greece,
Spiros Kyprianou and about 50 other ambassadors, Heads of State and VIPs
phone him for advice before they do anything?  How does he know all
these people, how does he know what is going on when he stays at home
without going out for weeks at a time?

The harder you look the more you find and the greater the mystery.  How
is he connected to the Palm Beach hotel, what power does he have over
the ex-minister of Labour, how is it that Somerset House has a valid
death certificate for him dated 1975, why is there no record of his
birth when his English passport gives his birth as 1951, why does he
have a medal from the ANC and yet he trades with South Africa, why
did his company pay the rent for SWAPOs office in Oxford Street, why is
there no police record on him in the U.K. when we know that he spent
two months in prison when he was 19 years old, he gives over $1 Million
a year to various childerns charities and lives like a tramp, where
does he get the money from and last but not least, the biggest mystery
of all, do you know that he rents an empty flat in Nicosia that is full
of life size colour photographs of you and his little girl?

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How did he come to be the first photographer at the scene of the IRA bombing
of the post office tower in 1971, why did he spend 7 weeks in Libya for
no apparent reason, why did the Syrian secret police kidnap him in Beruit,
hold him for two weeks and then let him go unharmed and without making any
ransom demand, why did he get a military escort that met him at Likud
airport when he visited Israel, Why does he carry a cigarette lighter
with the King of Jordans' crest on it, why is he one of the only people
to hold a firearms licence for Spain actually issued by the King of Spain,
who is buried in the grave marked with his name in Plumstead cemetary in
London, why did Private Eye not mention him by name in their expose of
Alexis Mardas, how is it that he is the only "Cypriot" to have been granted
offshore status, why did his wife, your sister, try to commit suicide
after nine years of perfect marraige?