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The Fraudsters

The Fraudsters

Olusola Coker
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This is a story of how fraud are being perpetrated via the use of credit card.
CHAPTER ONE
The pendulum clock hanging on the well chimed just as the little cymbals inside the telephone placed on Sergeant Harry Millar’s writing desk rang briefly. Millar, in his early forties was a robust looking fellow, with a pimpled face. He scowled at the phone, the he frowned at the pendulum clock as it began to chime. The clock showed that it was 02.00 hours. Millar then placed his hand, a heavily muscled hairy fuzzy hand, on the receiver of his phone. After a few seconds, when the pendulum clock was silent, he picked up the phone and growled, ‘Hello, Millar here.’ ‘Henry Stevens is on the phone, he wants to have a word with you, ‘the sergeant at the counter said, ‘He sounds frantic, like he desperately needs to talk to you in private.’
Millar’s frown intensified. Henry Stevens was the proprietor of Avondale wine-bar. It was one of the three top ranking wine bars in Dover. His bar however also had a cyber-café and restaurant in-suite. Rumours had it that he was the regional MP’s best friend. Millar also knew for sure that he was also a close family friend to the chief superintendent of Police, Mr. Roy Dolton. For Millar, all that meant he was untouchable. Put him online, Randy.’ Millay said
Then he grabbed his packet of cigarettes that was on his table. He looked at his coffee in it. He had finished his coffee half an hour ago. Millar had two bad habits: always gulping coffee and chain smoking.
‘Randy, please, send some-one for coffee, do you want any cigarettes?’ Rnady Maxton seemed fed up. He was always asking someone to go on errands for Milar who was always demanding coffee of cigarettes.
‘Hold on for Henry Stephens,’ Randy Maxton finally said
‘Millar are you there?’
‘Yes, Mr. Stephen. How can I help you, Sir?”
‘I have a big problem, ‘Mr. Stephen said, ‘There is a dead woman in my bar. I want you to come here as fast as lighten, so you can get ride of the body, ‘he paused, ‘Millar, listen, this might sound like your usual kind of everyday job, but for me this is serious. Do you understand?
‘Yes sir!’
‘I don’t want the newsmen on this. There must be no publicity. Am I making myself clear?’
‘Yes sir, but…’
‘If the press catch on this story someone would have it in for me. I’ll show him hwo he is. Do you understand? If the press catch up on this it’d spoil business this season.’I’ll show him hell, and I wouldn’t care who he is. Do you understand? If the Press catch up on this it’d spoil business this season .’
Millar was sitting up at his seat now. In fact, he was now sitting upright. The cold in the badly-lit room was forgotten.
My main concern is to get this thing sorted out properly and quickly.’ Then Stephen hung up.
Millar dialed a number on his phone. The sergeant at the switch board answered, Millar asked, ‘Any Newsmen downstairs, Randy? Yes Lambert of the observer. He is half asleep …. intoxicated. What’s up? Any problems?.
I am not sure yet, but something has come up. Randy, I’m on my way out. If Lambert wants to know where I’ve gone tell him I went home because my daughter is ill. Who is on duty? He demanded.
‘Dave has gone out. He went to get you some coffee and cigarette, ‘Randy said, with some condemnation in his voice. Tommy , however is here, bored as usual.’
‘Ask him to come up and take over from me. Has Jeffrey Collins left?
‘He’s about to leave.’
‘Tell him not to go yet.
Language
English
Pages
113
Format
Kindle Edition

The Fraudsters

Olusola Coker
0/5 ( ratings)
This is a story of how fraud are being perpetrated via the use of credit card.
CHAPTER ONE
The pendulum clock hanging on the well chimed just as the little cymbals inside the telephone placed on Sergeant Harry Millar’s writing desk rang briefly. Millar, in his early forties was a robust looking fellow, with a pimpled face. He scowled at the phone, the he frowned at the pendulum clock as it began to chime. The clock showed that it was 02.00 hours. Millar then placed his hand, a heavily muscled hairy fuzzy hand, on the receiver of his phone. After a few seconds, when the pendulum clock was silent, he picked up the phone and growled, ‘Hello, Millar here.’ ‘Henry Stevens is on the phone, he wants to have a word with you, ‘the sergeant at the counter said, ‘He sounds frantic, like he desperately needs to talk to you in private.’
Millar’s frown intensified. Henry Stevens was the proprietor of Avondale wine-bar. It was one of the three top ranking wine bars in Dover. His bar however also had a cyber-café and restaurant in-suite. Rumours had it that he was the regional MP’s best friend. Millar also knew for sure that he was also a close family friend to the chief superintendent of Police, Mr. Roy Dolton. For Millar, all that meant he was untouchable. Put him online, Randy.’ Millay said
Then he grabbed his packet of cigarettes that was on his table. He looked at his coffee in it. He had finished his coffee half an hour ago. Millar had two bad habits: always gulping coffee and chain smoking.
‘Randy, please, send some-one for coffee, do you want any cigarettes?’ Rnady Maxton seemed fed up. He was always asking someone to go on errands for Milar who was always demanding coffee of cigarettes.
‘Hold on for Henry Stephens,’ Randy Maxton finally said
‘Millar are you there?’
‘Yes, Mr. Stephen. How can I help you, Sir?”
‘I have a big problem, ‘Mr. Stephen said, ‘There is a dead woman in my bar. I want you to come here as fast as lighten, so you can get ride of the body, ‘he paused, ‘Millar, listen, this might sound like your usual kind of everyday job, but for me this is serious. Do you understand?
‘Yes sir!’
‘I don’t want the newsmen on this. There must be no publicity. Am I making myself clear?’
‘Yes sir, but…’
‘If the press catch on this story someone would have it in for me. I’ll show him hwo he is. Do you understand? If the press catch up on this it’d spoil business this season.’I’ll show him hell, and I wouldn’t care who he is. Do you understand? If the Press catch up on this it’d spoil business this season .’
Millar was sitting up at his seat now. In fact, he was now sitting upright. The cold in the badly-lit room was forgotten.
My main concern is to get this thing sorted out properly and quickly.’ Then Stephen hung up.
Millar dialed a number on his phone. The sergeant at the switch board answered, Millar asked, ‘Any Newsmen downstairs, Randy? Yes Lambert of the observer. He is half asleep …. intoxicated. What’s up? Any problems?.
I am not sure yet, but something has come up. Randy, I’m on my way out. If Lambert wants to know where I’ve gone tell him I went home because my daughter is ill. Who is on duty? He demanded.
‘Dave has gone out. He went to get you some coffee and cigarette, ‘Randy said, with some condemnation in his voice. Tommy , however is here, bored as usual.’
‘Ask him to come up and take over from me. Has Jeffrey Collins left?
‘He’s about to leave.’
‘Tell him not to go yet.
Language
English
Pages
113
Format
Kindle Edition

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