Holdaway got the shitty job of overseeing the clean up of one deceased Detective Newendyke's apartment. He scours the place for clues; anything that would tie up loose ends in the case or tell them what the fuck went wrong.

Then he finds it; hidden away where no one else would find it. A big envelope with his name scrawled on it in Freddy's handwriting. He opens it up; there's a smaller, sealed envelope inside and a note:

Holdaway,

If the worst happens and I don't make it out of this one, please give this envelope to Larry Dimick. I'm guessing (hoping) he's in custody right now, probably screaming at the walls and refusing to co-operate. If he reads this, it might simmer him down a bit. Or it might make things worse. I dunno. I wish I knew. It would have made this whole thing easier. If he didn't make it either... please burn it. This is all I'm ever going ask of you. The last wish of a dead man.

- Freddy

Holdaway pockets the sealed envelope and doesn't book it with evidence. Instead, he lets curiosity get the better of him; he reads it.

Please, write me an angst-ridden, soul-crushing, heart-rending love letter written by Freddy, which Larry never gets the chance to see.