The Inspector Walter Darriteau Murder Mysteries - Books 1-4 by David Carter (best finance books of all time .txt) 📕

‘You’re not waiting till then, are you?’

‘Certainly not!’

‘Do you want me to come down?’

‘Nope. I can handle it.’

‘Ask him for all the money back that Donald has paid into his dicky little schemes.’

‘He’s not going to agree to that, Guv.’

‘Probably not, but if he refuses, we shall start the ball rolling to seize funds obtained through crime, you can tell him that too, with my compliments, put the wind up him.’

‘Sure, Guv.’

‘If he doesn’t co-operate a hundred percent just arrest him and bring him back to Chester.’

‘Charge?’

‘Be creative, Greenwood. Wasting police time, obstructing the police, sheltering a wanted man, handling funds obtained through crime, use your imagination, it seems to me they are just the tip of the iceberg.’

‘Okay, Guv.’

‘Is Greg with you?’

‘He is.’

‘And you said he’s a big lad?’

‘Oh yes.’

‘Why don’t you take him with you, kind of deputy dog side-kick, safety in numbers?’

‘Yeah, maybe.’

‘You don’t sound so sure?’

‘He seems hypnotised by the guy.’

‘I see. Well, you’re on the spot, read it as you see it. Sure you don’t need any help?’

‘No, I’m fine, Guv.’

‘Okay, but keep me informed.’

‘Will do, Guv, and thanks.’

‘And find out where the hell they took Donald, and where is he now? I want him in custody and I want the cash back!’

‘That’s the aim. I’m on it, Guv.’

‘Leave it with you.’

KAREN RANG OFF AND went back inside via the main entrance, tried to gain access back into the theatre. Security tried to stop her, but her police ID overruled that. Kitnap was bringing his speech to a dramatic conclusion. Karen climbed up to the back row.

Lots of excuse me’s followed and a few tut-tut-tuts and she slid along the row and sat down beside Greg.

‘Where have you been?’ he moaned.

‘Trying to arrest a criminal.’

Greg brushed that off and said, ‘You’ve missed a fantastic speech! The guy is a genius.’

Kitnap was about to make another of his great announcements.

‘And the amazing news is that we have just received planning permission to replicate this fabulous facility just outside Los Angeles,’ and he gazed around and waved his arms at the audience and the fabric of the building, ‘in combination with our American partners, and it will be exactly the same as this amazing place, except everything will be twice as big! You know what our American cousins are like!’

Another bout of raucous applause.

‘You should all be so proud of what you have achieved.’

‘Yeah!’ yelled someone in the audience.

Karen wondered if he was a plant.

‘But... we’re... only... just... getting... started!’

‘Yeah!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!’ yelled many of them.

‘Do you know something else?’

‘What, Kit, what?’

‘We are going to conquer the world!’

‘Yeah!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!’

Many of them were on their feet, including Greg.

‘So, in Ellie Napoleon’s memory, let us galvanise ourselves and get out there and achieve great things....  Together!!!’

Kit began nodding furiously, as he pranced across the stage from one side to the other, and back again, several times. His eyes ablaze, and he strode to the front and centre of the stage, and mouthed a huge: Thank You, Thank You, and bowed, and turned around and was gone, and despite the bellowed shouts for an encore that went on for fully five minutes, there was to be no such thing. The title of Kit’s second blockbusting bestseller came back to many of their minds: Always Leave Them Wanting More.

BEHIND THE SCENES, minions clapped him on the back, someone handed him a large fresh white towel and he began wiping himself down, for the sweat was draining off his face, his shirt was as sopping as if it had come out of the washer. Jennifer rushed in and gave him a huge hug, as another minion stood urgently by, waiting to acquaint Kit of the incident of the policewoman and Donald Rushnell.

But Kit hustled away, back to his own quarters, to get showered and changed. There was a dinner to look forward to, and at least a dozen pre-organised private audiences. He could do with a drink.

‘Where’s the wine?’ he snapped, as Jennifer went to the private bar and poured him a large one.

Outside the theatre, many of the audience were swapping stories and emotions and telephone numbers and shared experiences. Greg was networking like a worker bee.

‘I’ll see you later,’ said Karen, ‘there’s something I have to do.’

‘Karen!’ said Greg, turning away from a high-flyer who was imparting a priceless tip, but she was already making her way out, heading over toward spoke 4, and Kit Napoleon’s private office.

Sixty-One

It took Jun Woo less than a day to suss out how to escape from the assembly plant. If she couldn’t get out via the main doors they had come in through, the only other way out was via the dispatch department. She began studying Minstrel’s methods and systems. Men One and Two appeared to be responsible for everything to do with dispatch.

Completed products were carefully packed into boxes, maybe two feet square, and stacked outside the doors to the dispatch bay. They were then assembled on rough wooden pallets, the whole thing maybe six feet square, six feet high, perhaps eight feet at a push. The full pallet loads were surrounded in several layers of thick clear polythene to stop any vital boxes falling off, or being pilfered, and then one of the yellow forklifts would enter the assembly room floor, slip the forks into the base of the pallet, lift, turn, and away out through the doors, into the dispatch bay.

When the doors were open for a few seconds she had managed to catch a glimpse of the pallets being loaded onto flat-bed trucks. Her plan was simple. She must get into one of the cardboard boxes, and onto one of the pallets.

Once outside the assembly floor, she would break out and run free, though whether she would do that when it was just outside, or when the pallet was loaded on a wagon, she hadn’t yet decided. She had one other problem. It would take two people to carry and place the