The Conrad Letters

When English cad Conrad Wilkinson leaves friends, family, and fiance for a jaunt in New York City, the world sees only a playboy jumping the pond. But when the festering secrets of a sleepy English village and the glittering knife-edge of a major metropolis collide, more than one man's life may hang in the balance...

Sunday

unknown date (Elle to Conrad)

Dear Old Con -

Sorry to bother you, but I've really got to talk to you. I'm in a bit of a fix. Not something I really like to write about out of the bue, 'Cause, I'm not sure how much it concerns you, but it might, if you catch my drift. Write or at least wire money. I won't involve you in anything messy if you can help me get out of this. If I could just even get out of town for a few months, I should be able to take care of things. Or if you can find a friend of yours from school right quick. At least I've never known any boys with red hair.

kisses,
Elle