Joey Brown, a very long-standing member of the highest echelons of racing society was hopping mad, he was very irate indeed. News had come through from one of his information sources that a very high roller and a classy customer of his, Maxie Braithwaite-Dickus had run into trouble and in the very wise words of the messenger, "Done a runner" and disappeared.
The very sore point with Joey was the one hundred thousand pounds he was owed.
He called a meeting of the fixers in his firm and offered a massive percentage of this sum as a reward for the recovery of the outstanding debts.
'We will find that slag and turn him upside down and shake the money out of his pockets, I am sure he has salted away enough money to cover his bill.'
'We are on the way Boss, not a stone will be left unturned, wherever the mark is hiding will soon become transparent.'
A short while later Joey was on his computer using Skype, in a face-to-face meeting with one of his closest friends, Clarence Hall a very shady stockbroker and financial advisor.
'Yes Joey, I have heard, I am also shocked and surprised, Dickus owes me thousands in professional fees and unpaid stock transfer notes.'
'I have set some recovery wheels in motion Clarrie, I think if your man links up with my team, we will be able to swap information and trap the scumbag. I am sure he has a very great deal of money salted away.'
'I know for certain Joey, the slag made millions from the sale of his dot.com business, I could never pin him down on where he kept his money. I tried all ways to get that information to no avail. I know he made some very expensive bad investments and how much he loved to see the roulette wheel spin, but he must still be very wealthy.'
Meanwhile on a remote estate in the highlands of Scotland, Maxie and Mary had a trouble free lifestyle and were settling in as comfortably as possible. Mary missed her house and friends in the city, but she had been introduced and welcomed into the local coven of practitioners of magical arts. Maxie was employed under an assumed name as an estates manager by some very good friends of friends of Mary, however he had set up an on-line business using his assumed identity and things were looking good.
Then one fateful day an unopened letter arrived addressed to Mary from a firm of solicitors with regard to a large sum of money in trust for Maxwell that had been forwarded to her by her sister Grace in Colchester. Mary immediately wrote back to Grace imploring her never to reveal their new address to anyone, and enclosed the following letter addressed to the solicitors.
This is a copy of the contents.
Dear Sirs, I regret to inform you of the sudden death of Maxwell Braithwaite Dickus.
Please forward all further correspondence to solicitors. Hammond, Jones and Williamson, London EC1.
A few days later Clarence Hall was talking over the airwaves to Joey Brown.
'Hey Joey, I have just had news that Braithwaite-Dickus is dead. I think this is rather sudden and I will make some more enquiries. We need to meet up and compare notes soon, maybe early next week? Have your team had any luck? We seem to be coming up with dead ends.'
'No news here Clarrie, that death came out of the blue! Who shot the son-of-bitch? I will get back to you about a meeting. Be lucky my friend.'
Mary said to Maxie 'We need to move fast, I think the Highlands are becoming hot. I understand Australia is easy on immigration if you are prepared to invest. I will not beat about the bush here, I know how wealthy we really are and I think it is time to move again.'
'My dear Mary, whatever you say, you never cease to amaze me with your constant perspicacity, we have always read each other so well. How about your other magical interests?'
'Leave things as usual Maxwell, I will be contacting a very old well trusted friend Marg, who runs a successful private detective agency to make arrangements for a very swift departure. I know this will be expensive, but she has some very high- power, influential friends and contacts to smooth the way.'
'Mary I have heard a vicious, slanderous, gossipy rumour that the outbreak of illness leading to the death of several Highland cattle is the work of some black magic and witchcraft. Although the local officials say there is a poisonous waterhole involved. Would this have anything to do with our hasty departure, my dear?'
'Careful Maxwell!'
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The very sore point with Joey was the one hundred thousand pounds he was owed.
He called a meeting of the fixers in his firm and offered a massive percentage of this sum as a reward for the recovery of the outstanding debts.
'We will find that slag and turn him upside down and shake the money out of his pockets, I am sure he has salted away enough money to cover his bill.'
'We are on the way Boss, not a stone will be left unturned, wherever the mark is hiding will soon become transparent.'
A short while later Joey was on his computer using Skype, in a face-to-face meeting with one of his closest friends, Clarence Hall a very shady stockbroker and financial advisor.
'Yes Joey, I have heard, I am also shocked and surprised, Dickus owes me thousands in professional fees and unpaid stock transfer notes.'
'I have set some recovery wheels in motion Clarrie, I think if your man links up with my team, we will be able to swap information and trap the scumbag. I am sure he has a very great deal of money salted away.'
'I know for certain Joey, the slag made millions from the sale of his dot.com business, I could never pin him down on where he kept his money. I tried all ways to get that information to no avail. I know he made some very expensive bad investments and how much he loved to see the roulette wheel spin, but he must still be very wealthy.'
Meanwhile on a remote estate in the highlands of Scotland, Maxie and Mary had a trouble free lifestyle and were settling in as comfortably as possible. Mary missed her house and friends in the city, but she had been introduced and welcomed into the local coven of practitioners of magical arts. Maxie was employed under an assumed name as an estates manager by some very good friends of friends of Mary, however he had set up an on-line business using his assumed identity and things were looking good.
Then one fateful day an unopened letter arrived addressed to Mary from a firm of solicitors with regard to a large sum of money in trust for Maxwell that had been forwarded to her by her sister Grace in Colchester. Mary immediately wrote back to Grace imploring her never to reveal their new address to anyone, and enclosed the following letter addressed to the solicitors.
This is a copy of the contents.
Dear Sirs, I regret to inform you of the sudden death of Maxwell Braithwaite Dickus.
Please forward all further correspondence to solicitors. Hammond, Jones and Williamson, London EC1.
A few days later Clarence Hall was talking over the airwaves to Joey Brown.
'Hey Joey, I have just had news that Braithwaite-Dickus is dead. I think this is rather sudden and I will make some more enquiries. We need to meet up and compare notes soon, maybe early next week? Have your team had any luck? We seem to be coming up with dead ends.'
'No news here Clarrie, that death came out of the blue! Who shot the son-of-bitch? I will get back to you about a meeting. Be lucky my friend.'
Mary said to Maxie 'We need to move fast, I think the Highlands are becoming hot. I understand Australia is easy on immigration if you are prepared to invest. I will not beat about the bush here, I know how wealthy we really are and I think it is time to move again.'
'My dear Mary, whatever you say, you never cease to amaze me with your constant perspicacity, we have always read each other so well. How about your other magical interests?'
'Leave things as usual Maxwell, I will be contacting a very old well trusted friend Marg, who runs a successful private detective agency to make arrangements for a very swift departure. I know this will be expensive, but she has some very high- power, influential friends and contacts to smooth the way.'
'Mary I have heard a vicious, slanderous, gossipy rumour that the outbreak of illness leading to the death of several Highland cattle is the work of some black magic and witchcraft. Although the local officials say there is a poisonous waterhole involved. Would this have anything to do with our hasty departure, my dear?'
'Careful Maxwell!'
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