spot. He removed his cap and pressed the buzzer, he was allowed in and went to the ‘For Sale’ window. “Good morning,” a young bearded man said.
“Good morning,” Jon said, “I have some jewellery for sale, they were my mother’s. Could you assay them and make me an offer?” He passed the rings and the bracelet through the gap in thick glass window. In the car he had spread glue on his fingertips to spoil any prints, gladly it had dried quickly. The young man took the gems into a larger than normal office that had no two-way window, and looked at them through a large desk-mounted magnifying glass. He then started to check on the computer, this process took longer than usual, Jon started to worry, but this was unfounded.
“I’ve got good news, the stones, rings and bracelet are worth £100,000, I’m prepared to pay you £80,000, what do you say?”
Jon, not wanting to seem too eager, stood thinking for a while, “Could you make it a bit more? mother owed that on a second mortgage,” he lied.
“No, I’m sorry, that’s my one and only offer,” the young man said.
“Okay,” said Jon, “it’s a deal.” He was passed the obligatory form through the window, he completed it and pushed it back through the glass.
“I won’t be a minute,” the young man said. He returned with eight plastic bags, each containing £10,000.
He donned his baseball cap, and walked back to the car feeling very wealthy indeed. As promised he got back to the house at lunchtime, he didn’t bother to press the buzzer, he’d known the entry code for years! but now that Peter was off the plot, he felt free to use it. £150,000 in cash, tax free, he mused, now for some leisure and spending time. He sat in the bedroom with Lorna, after locking the door, and spread the money in it’s entirety on the bed, every dollar and pound. The final sum was £320,000 after he had calculated rates of exchange. Jon had a re-think on a spending spree and told Lorna that they should act normally for six months, she should go back to work on Monday and continue as normal. He would stash the bulk of the cash in a safety deposit box, she agreed, in fact she thought it a good idea. “Just to let the dust settle,” Jon said.
Lorna was troubled by a sense of foreboding, supposing he was to keep all the cash for himself, she hadn’t killed anyone, she had only done what she was told. She wasn’t in love with him as such, of course, she fancied him, and the sex was fantastic, he excited her like no man had done before. He was a murderer, a cold blooded killer and he frightened her. She didn’t know what to do, may be she should write a letter to the police telling them everything and tell him that she had done so, and that the letter had been given to a friend for safe keeping, and the friend would give it to Scotland Yard if anything should happen to her, anything. At work she wrote to Scotland Yard, the letter would remain with her friend Zoe, whom Jon had never met or heard of. She then sent it to Zoe inside another envelope, with the instruction that it should only be sent upon her death. “Lorns, this is Zoe,” the voice on her mobile said, “where have you been, it’s four weeks since I last spoke to you, and what’s this letter all about, what’s going on?” she begged.
“I’ll meet you for lunch, and tell you all about it,” she arranged.
Over lunch in a wine bar close to Lorna’s office, she gave Zoe only an outline, that she only thought that Jon was guilty. “Oh Lorns, you’re imagining things,” and that she was being silly.
“ Okay, that’s as may be, but just in case, hang on to the letter and send it if necessary. I hope you don’t have to!” They parted and promised to keep in touch, she would never let Jon and Zoe meet.
“I’ve put the cash into the Marble Arch branch of Barclays Bank Safety Deposit Box, in both our names, here’s your key,” he said. He handed her a 2” thin brass key, “Don’t take it
“Good morning,” Jon said, “I have some jewellery for sale, they were my mother’s. Could you assay them and make me an offer?” He passed the rings and the bracelet through the gap in thick glass window. In the car he had spread glue on his fingertips to spoil any prints, gladly it had dried quickly. The young man took the gems into a larger than normal office that had no two-way window, and looked at them through a large desk-mounted magnifying glass. He then started to check on the computer, this process took longer than usual, Jon started to worry, but this was unfounded.
“I’ve got good news, the stones, rings and bracelet are worth £100,000, I’m prepared to pay you £80,000, what do you say?”
Jon, not wanting to seem too eager, stood thinking for a while, “Could you make it a bit more? mother owed that on a second mortgage,” he lied.
“No, I’m sorry, that’s my one and only offer,” the young man said.
“Okay,” said Jon, “it’s a deal.” He was passed the obligatory form through the window, he completed it and pushed it back through the glass.
“I won’t be a minute,” the young man said. He returned with eight plastic bags, each containing £10,000.
He donned his baseball cap, and walked back to the car feeling very wealthy indeed. As promised he got back to the house at lunchtime, he didn’t bother to press the buzzer, he’d known the entry code for years! but now that Peter was off the plot, he felt free to use it. £150,000 in cash, tax free, he mused, now for some leisure and spending time. He sat in the bedroom with Lorna, after locking the door, and spread the money in it’s entirety on the bed, every dollar and pound. The final sum was £320,000 after he had calculated rates of exchange. Jon had a re-think on a spending spree and told Lorna that they should act normally for six months, she should go back to work on Monday and continue as normal. He would stash the bulk of the cash in a safety deposit box, she agreed, in fact she thought it a good idea. “Just to let the dust settle,” Jon said.
Lorna was troubled by a sense of foreboding, supposing he was to keep all the cash for himself, she hadn’t killed anyone, she had only done what she was told. She wasn’t in love with him as such, of course, she fancied him, and the sex was fantastic, he excited her like no man had done before. He was a murderer, a cold blooded killer and he frightened her. She didn’t know what to do, may be she should write a letter to the police telling them everything and tell him that she had done so, and that the letter had been given to a friend for safe keeping, and the friend would give it to Scotland Yard if anything should happen to her, anything. At work she wrote to Scotland Yard, the letter would remain with her friend Zoe, whom Jon had never met or heard of. She then sent it to Zoe inside another envelope, with the instruction that it should only be sent upon her death. “Lorns, this is Zoe,” the voice on her mobile said, “where have you been, it’s four weeks since I last spoke to you, and what’s this letter all about, what’s going on?” she begged.
“I’ll meet you for lunch, and tell you all about it,” she arranged.
Over lunch in a wine bar close to Lorna’s office, she gave Zoe only an outline, that she only thought that Jon was guilty. “Oh Lorns, you’re imagining things,” and that she was being silly.
“ Okay, that’s as may be, but just in case, hang on to the letter and send it if necessary. I hope you don’t have to!” They parted and promised to keep in touch, she would never let Jon and Zoe meet.
“I’ve put the cash into the Marble Arch branch of Barclays Bank Safety Deposit Box, in both our names, here’s your key,” he said. He handed her a 2” thin brass key, “Don’t take it
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