Post by James Wolf on Mar 27, 2018 23:15:00 GMT -5
I sat outside of Cunt’s Auto Depot across the street in my truck. I didn’t want to give myself away when I was in the phase of gathering information. Harold soon came out to what appeared to be selling a car. He was a middle aged man in his late 40’s with salt and pepper hair. He looked to be selling a car to a young lady in her early twenties. I scribbled that down in my notebook. She also handed him something that looked like a phone number as well. I had a criminal background check being run on him as we speak. Because something just didn’t feel right when his wife contacted me. That information should be coming to my business email after I conclude this stake out. It was now time to be careful on tailing him. Confronting me would not be a smart move for him as I had both of my 1911 pistols holstered on my hip. I was wearing a gun belt today and it was very comfortable.
I tailed Harold to that young ladies home and examined the following. He had an older daughter or appeared too. I also took picture and video of this for my records. Another woman came out and wrapped her arms around his neck. This man was living a double life and just then I received a chime that nearly made me blow this case. Luckily though, I didn’t. I opened my
Lap top to my business email and the background check had come through.
“Got you now; you stupid motherfucker!” I said to myself. The house he lived in wasn’t modest at all. It was almost in the neighborhood of being rich. And his last name wasn’t unique. That’s right he chose the word “Cunt” and he made up the pronunciation for the other love of his life. He was willing to be humiliated as long as this secret was kept. I immediately felt terrible for my client. She figured he left because it was an emergency but he’d be right back with her. Never in a million years did she think that the man she loved would be a complete fraud. His regular last was Smith. We know how many people have that last name! To put this in perspective if I never had help finding him I would have never found him. It’s a good thing I’m not an amateur!
Next, was greeting this man. Under cover work that would produce real results. Maybe not him but getting involved with his other family. I could see how he conned his way into their lives. What lies had to be spun in order to place him there. Or was this just a common history.
But, first I had to report my current findings to Sandy. I open my lap top placing it in my lap. I go to my business email and report my findings to her. I also tell her I’m going under cover as per our agreement and final part of this investigation. Then I close my lap top and look both ways to make sure no cars are coming and I pull out of my parking space, and drive away.
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Day 2 and its 9:50 AM.
I’m wondering what role I should play to get him talking, and also to get close to his family. A call suddenly comes through and it’s Sandy. She tells me Harold’s daughter is setting up a sting operation because she feels like he is going to rob the blind. Sandy was shocked because he never mentioned any children or having them. She gave her my number and the daughter will go under cover with me. I tell his daughter I will provide her with a voice changer. Make up a name and claim his business is about to get shut down for unethical business practices. Call from a pay phone and then hang up and call me back after its done.
Ten minutes later she calls me and tells me it’s done and Harold is now panicked. I say good next tell him you need him to meet your boyfriend.
I would secure you and your mother’s funds and could deal with him personally. Tell him your inviting over your boyfriend to meet him right now. She told me she’d do that. That would panick him more but I was currently blocking all of his methods of travel. He couldn’t
leave the city or state without me finding out. Everything would come together in few minutes. I got my disguise on. A silicone mask to make me look different. Like I was in my 20’s. “Let’s rock” I said to myself. Harold’s daughter Gabrielle Smith came to pick me up at the hotel. When we arrived outside Harold was standing outside of their house. In a panick he told us “I forgot my breakfast. We both smiled at each other as we went inside. I whispered in her ear to start making Harold uncomfortable while we were in the house together.
Her mom came out of the kitchen and said “Dear who is your guest?” Her daughter replied that my name was Chris. That I was her boyfriend. Harold was as uninterested and nervous as ever.
Gabrielle then muttered okay I’m taking him upstairs to have sex now. I laughed and said aloud “No I think we’ll just do it on the kitchen table!” Harold quipped up and shot me a dirty look which is what I was going for. Her mom came back out of the kitchen looking at the both of us like both of us were going to go to it now and then said aloud “No Hanky Panky, you two!” Harold then pointed at the door and I followed him outside. He eyed me up and down as if he were the innocent one. “Don’t come near my family or I’ll kill you where you stand!” I looked at him and then quipped “Sandy hired me. I have a feeling she’ll be changing her last name since you think she’s a cunt!”
Harold then fell to his knees put his hands over his face and started bawling. “Your daughter knows you were going to skip town with all their money and anything you could loot. I’ve made it where that won’t happen. You’re on every watch list and number 1 on the FBI’s criminal database. I’m in disguise. You can either come with me voluntarily or by force but I see you have no excuses!”
Day 3 11:33 PM
I jerk up Harold by the back of the collar and he is still in a daze. We’re going to try reasoning first and if reasoning doesn’t work. Well you don’t want to see the show of force. None of this was on camera anyway and I’d never broadcast my business like that anyway. Situations like these can get messy. Per stipulations of Sandy’s contract once I found Harold the job was over. But sub section B says I get to run him out of town, and if he comes back and is up to his old tricks I get to bury his ass alive. Hopefully it doesn’t come to that.
“Harold…” I say firmly as I pull of the silicone mask. His eyes dart up at me and he immediately pisses his pants.
“I’ve heard stories about you but I never thought any of it was true. Just an urban legend to make people act right!” Harold laments. I look down at him in his pissed stained trousers, face red from crying. He was legitimately begging for his life now.
“Do I look like a fucking urban legend to you!?” I shout back at him. As Harold cowers down even more.
“Harold, this is what you’re going to do. You’re going to give Sandy back her maiden name whatever it is. Or I’ll shoot you in the back of the head right now. People will think you did it. Next quit leading a double life right now. But the first thing you’re going to do is take a vacation to get yourself together. You’re going to stay gone and when you’re ready to come back you get my permission. I own you. Either you straighten your ass up or you’ll take a permanent vacation if you get what I’m saying.”
Harold slowly arose to his knees, and then stood all wobbly like he was going to fall back on his ass. As more tears started to stream down his face he said “I’ll follow your every direction to turn my life around. Can I please go home now?”
I nodded my head and Harold went back inside the house to announce his vacation. Placing the silicone mask back on my head I finished my under cover work by going inside Harold’s house to make sure he didn’t get second thoughts.
I tailed Harold to that young ladies home and examined the following. He had an older daughter or appeared too. I also took picture and video of this for my records. Another woman came out and wrapped her arms around his neck. This man was living a double life and just then I received a chime that nearly made me blow this case. Luckily though, I didn’t. I opened my
Lap top to my business email and the background check had come through.
“Got you now; you stupid motherfucker!” I said to myself. The house he lived in wasn’t modest at all. It was almost in the neighborhood of being rich. And his last name wasn’t unique. That’s right he chose the word “Cunt” and he made up the pronunciation for the other love of his life. He was willing to be humiliated as long as this secret was kept. I immediately felt terrible for my client. She figured he left because it was an emergency but he’d be right back with her. Never in a million years did she think that the man she loved would be a complete fraud. His regular last was Smith. We know how many people have that last name! To put this in perspective if I never had help finding him I would have never found him. It’s a good thing I’m not an amateur!
Next, was greeting this man. Under cover work that would produce real results. Maybe not him but getting involved with his other family. I could see how he conned his way into their lives. What lies had to be spun in order to place him there. Or was this just a common history.
But, first I had to report my current findings to Sandy. I open my lap top placing it in my lap. I go to my business email and report my findings to her. I also tell her I’m going under cover as per our agreement and final part of this investigation. Then I close my lap top and look both ways to make sure no cars are coming and I pull out of my parking space, and drive away.
……………………………………………………………..
Day 2 and its 9:50 AM.
I’m wondering what role I should play to get him talking, and also to get close to his family. A call suddenly comes through and it’s Sandy. She tells me Harold’s daughter is setting up a sting operation because she feels like he is going to rob the blind. Sandy was shocked because he never mentioned any children or having them. She gave her my number and the daughter will go under cover with me. I tell his daughter I will provide her with a voice changer. Make up a name and claim his business is about to get shut down for unethical business practices. Call from a pay phone and then hang up and call me back after its done.
Ten minutes later she calls me and tells me it’s done and Harold is now panicked. I say good next tell him you need him to meet your boyfriend.
I would secure you and your mother’s funds and could deal with him personally. Tell him your inviting over your boyfriend to meet him right now. She told me she’d do that. That would panick him more but I was currently blocking all of his methods of travel. He couldn’t
leave the city or state without me finding out. Everything would come together in few minutes. I got my disguise on. A silicone mask to make me look different. Like I was in my 20’s. “Let’s rock” I said to myself. Harold’s daughter Gabrielle Smith came to pick me up at the hotel. When we arrived outside Harold was standing outside of their house. In a panick he told us “I forgot my breakfast. We both smiled at each other as we went inside. I whispered in her ear to start making Harold uncomfortable while we were in the house together.
Her mom came out of the kitchen and said “Dear who is your guest?” Her daughter replied that my name was Chris. That I was her boyfriend. Harold was as uninterested and nervous as ever.
Gabrielle then muttered okay I’m taking him upstairs to have sex now. I laughed and said aloud “No I think we’ll just do it on the kitchen table!” Harold quipped up and shot me a dirty look which is what I was going for. Her mom came back out of the kitchen looking at the both of us like both of us were going to go to it now and then said aloud “No Hanky Panky, you two!” Harold then pointed at the door and I followed him outside. He eyed me up and down as if he were the innocent one. “Don’t come near my family or I’ll kill you where you stand!” I looked at him and then quipped “Sandy hired me. I have a feeling she’ll be changing her last name since you think she’s a cunt!”
Harold then fell to his knees put his hands over his face and started bawling. “Your daughter knows you were going to skip town with all their money and anything you could loot. I’ve made it where that won’t happen. You’re on every watch list and number 1 on the FBI’s criminal database. I’m in disguise. You can either come with me voluntarily or by force but I see you have no excuses!”
Day 3 11:33 PM
I jerk up Harold by the back of the collar and he is still in a daze. We’re going to try reasoning first and if reasoning doesn’t work. Well you don’t want to see the show of force. None of this was on camera anyway and I’d never broadcast my business like that anyway. Situations like these can get messy. Per stipulations of Sandy’s contract once I found Harold the job was over. But sub section B says I get to run him out of town, and if he comes back and is up to his old tricks I get to bury his ass alive. Hopefully it doesn’t come to that.
“Harold…” I say firmly as I pull of the silicone mask. His eyes dart up at me and he immediately pisses his pants.
“I’ve heard stories about you but I never thought any of it was true. Just an urban legend to make people act right!” Harold laments. I look down at him in his pissed stained trousers, face red from crying. He was legitimately begging for his life now.
“Do I look like a fucking urban legend to you!?” I shout back at him. As Harold cowers down even more.
“Harold, this is what you’re going to do. You’re going to give Sandy back her maiden name whatever it is. Or I’ll shoot you in the back of the head right now. People will think you did it. Next quit leading a double life right now. But the first thing you’re going to do is take a vacation to get yourself together. You’re going to stay gone and when you’re ready to come back you get my permission. I own you. Either you straighten your ass up or you’ll take a permanent vacation if you get what I’m saying.”
Harold slowly arose to his knees, and then stood all wobbly like he was going to fall back on his ass. As more tears started to stream down his face he said “I’ll follow your every direction to turn my life around. Can I please go home now?”
I nodded my head and Harold went back inside the house to announce his vacation. Placing the silicone mask back on my head I finished my under cover work by going inside Harold’s house to make sure he didn’t get second thoughts.
