Loose Ends: A Private Investigator Crime and Suspense Mystery Thriller (California Corwin P. I. Mystery Series Book 1) by D. D. VanDyke

Author:D. D. VanDyke [VanDyke, D. D.]
Language: eng
Format: azw3
Publisher: Reaper Press
Published: 2014-11-03T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter 12

“Equalizer Investments, Dennis Sorkin,” said the smooth, pleasant voice on my phone.

“Hi, Dennis. This is Norma Jones and I’m an auditor at Valley View Credit Union in San Rafael?” I deliberately put that question into my voice. I’d found it made my impersonations more believable. “I noticed you and your wife have a number of recurring high-dollar transfers over the last couple of years and I was just making sure everything’s all right?”

“Sure it’s all right. Why wouldn’t it be?”

“I’m really sorry, sir,” I went on in my best apologetic and matronly voice, “but it’s my job to check on these things. We are required by the federal government’s credit union insurance program to maintain certain accountability standards, and by the IRS to report transactions exceeding certain limits.”

“Our transactions haven’t exceeded those limits, Ms. Jones. I know. I’m a financial analyst,” Dennis said with a hint of pomposity.

“Oh, that’s wonderful,” I gushed. “Your job must be so much more interesting than mine. All I do is stare at spreadsheets all day. Anyway, I know according to the guidelines you haven’t exceeded the limits, but we are coming up on an audit and anything approaching the limits is bound to raise some eyebrows, don’t you know? If I could at least have some kind of sensible reason for these transfers it might head off questions later.”

Silence poured from the earpiece for a moment, and then came a sigh. “Just put down that I’m investing some of my wife’s salary for her,” he said. “That’s what my job involves: investments.”

“Oh, that’s fascinating. I have all my money in money markets myself. Do you think that’s wise?”

“Ms. Jones, I am really busy, and I’m sure a local financial adviser can help you. Will there be anything else?”

“Why can’t you help me? I do like to invest with someone I already know. I do have quite a lot of money my husband left me when he died. My friends ask me why I even work when I have so much I could retire today, but I’d be bored, and the ladies at the office are so nice…”

“How much did you say you have to invest?”

“Well…I suppose I could tell you. My dear departed Harold just left me his estate, over a million dollars worth.” That should hook him.

Dennis’ voice changed smoothly from uninterested to charming and eager. “Well, Ms. Jones, that’s quite a lot to be tied up in the money markets paying a couple of percent when I could easily get you at least ten percent, perhaps more.”

“Oh? How would you do that?”

“Properly timed trades, informed by a deep understanding of the market and proprietary analytical methods I’ve come up with myself are how to do it. I specialize in short selling, puts and calls, leverage, that sort of thing.” Dennis’ charming manner slid smoothly into patronizing his clueless potential client, the jargon obviously designed to flim-flam. I’d have to go over the recording and make a call later to a day trader I knew.

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