Chapter 9

The Fat Wallet Mob
Oliver George Douglas

KNOCK, KNOCK, KNOCK. I open the door, 4 men standing there, one with a clipboard, one with a video camera. “About time,” I say. “I know who you are. This is your life, right. I’ve been expecting you for years. Better late than never!”

“No, Mr McLernon . We are the Police”.

“Gee,” I say, “I would never have guessed”.

“On whose complaint?” I enquire. “Oliver George Douglas” is the reply.

“What have I done?”

“It is alleged that you broke into his office and removed documents belonging to him.”

“Have you got a warrant?”

“Right here,” comes the smiling reply, as he proudly flashes his piece of paper.

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