I don’t really know. He talks in riddles. He didn’t like how I… well, no. He didn’t have a problem so much with how I handled the murder as with what he perceived as the public reception of how I handled the murder. He thinks I don’t understand… something. But I don’t know what because he tells me half sentences and I have to try to fill in the blanks like some sort of demented madlib and if my answers don’t match his answers, I can’t know the next half piece of information. But he was very clear about not wanting me to talk to him. He wrote me a letter.