Make It Real
Through the underground grapevine Mrs. Tilton made it known she wanted an “authentic criminal” to help her with an insurance scam by faking a robbery, in exchange for healthy cut of the profits, up-front of course. She even demanded that she and her domestic help get “roughed up a bit”, bound and gagged to make the crime look real.
The house was lavish to say the least.The lady had married well, divorced better and re-married even better afterward and she should have been set for life, so the whole scam thing didn’t make a lot of sense. Then a bookie back in Vegas hit me up with truth. She was up to her neck in debt on some bad bets and the collectors were getting more than a little impatient, so could I do them a favor, perhaps?
The date came and after a hurried discussion of details as to what to steal, what to break, and what to leave alone, we got down to business. I felt like a chump slapping the ladies around before tying them up, but she insisted on it, and once the women were bound, gagged and helpless, I pulled out my cellphone and made a call
“Bring the trucks up, boys.” I said with a wolfish grin. Dumbfounded, then angry but ultimately helpless, Mrs Tilton and her housekeepers struggled in muted frustration as we divested the house of everything worthy swiping; paintings, cash, jewels, silverware, furs, Persian rugs, the lot, Into two over-sized moving vans. I decided to drive her custom red Ferrari back to Vegas myself, my “share” as it was.
“Look at it this way, Mrs. Tilton, you got your authentic criminal, witnessed a real crime, and finally you’re out of debt to that bookie.”
She glared at me sharply before I sauntered out of the empty mansion and closed the door.
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