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Con Artist Conned-With Katrina, The Girl With The Sparkling Eyes, In Mind
By
Zack James
Hey,
Phil Markin, P.I. private eye to you here to give you the low-done, oops
low-down, pardon me for being a little cynical but that must have been a
Freudian slip as they say, on my lawyer friend , Tim Clary, (and a guy whom I
have worked for on a contract basis for several years in the interest of full
disclosure investigating people’s troubles for him in order to get a little
rough justice in this wicked old world as he likes to put it on his more
liberal and expansive days), who has as usual let himself get in way over his
head with a dame, a young dame to boot, who has been leading him by the nose
(or another more private part if you ask me) for a few months now.
Usually
I like to make some commentary about the cases I am trying to tell you about,
to set you straight about what real cases in the private detection business are
about not that tripe, hell, that crap you get on television or the movies, get
in lurid half-dressed babe covered crime
novels. This time I will just let Tim bask in his glory, his maybe glory, since apparently this time, this “one last
time” as the dame, Katrina, has said right along every time she put the bite on
him he has finally got everything right-right for now anyway. This is the way
he told me the story one night at Nick’s on Merrimack Street in Lowell where he
has his one-man law office in the seen better days Orley Building when we were
discussing the details of another case (a missing person’s case where the wife
was looking for the left suddenly husband for alimony and child support whom I
never found at least under that name and social security number. That is the
way of such cases. Usually a client could save his or her money by filing a
“missing person’s report” with the public cops and be done with it for all the
good getting a private detective to do the work since people who seriously go
missing, go for a reason, and go deep down in the crevices). If I have
something to say, or the narrative needs a little explanation I will put what I
have to say in brackets. Hey Tim, good luck brother-and forget about anymore “one
last time” with this one, with this Katrina fox:
[If
you can believe this, although maybe today with all the social media, social
networking I think they call it, maybe it isn’t so unbelievable, Tim and this
Katrina have never met in the flesh. Have not for reasons that shall not detain
us here even talked on the cellphone. All of their communications has been through
a few hundred more or less short and almost business e-mails. So what Tim was
telling over drinks that night at Nick’s was about the details of an e-mail
that he had sent her after she had sent him yet another “request” for dough,
for money, this time to get out of a hospital, Saint Tomas’ in Manila, that’s
in the Philippines. He had read the dispatch to her composed on his word
processor on his computer that he had brought with him so he could do some work
at home.]
Sweetie-
some days it is great to be a lawyer, to actual help somebody, to help a damsel
in distress, you okay, and today is one of them. Yeah, to actually help
somebody without having to crush somebody else which is the usual case in our
adversarial legal system where in court one side wins and the other side loses
most of the time. Most days are like
that, dog eat dog, not at all like they tried to play with your head with in
law school about justice being blind and everybody is equal under the law.
And
it is not just the court system that is screwed up but I remember back when I
was doing more criminal cases starting out like a lot of young hungry lawyers
looking to get a start in the business and some guy, usually they were guys,
was in court on a drug charge, maybe trafficking, maybe possession of too much
dope to not be prosecuted like for kilos or something who would get up on the
stand and act all innocent (like I told him to do) and then the prosecutor
starts talking about a couple of prior convictions for the same offenses that
had been “continued without a finding” (meaning they would go away if the guy
kept his nose, literally his nose in cocaine cases, clean for a period long
enough to say he was rehabilitated). Of course he never told me that little
piece of information when I had asked him about “priors” so naturally I looked
like a fool when I went to the bench and asked for some kind of plea bargain
rather than the “not guilty” I was looking for. Or the time a guy in all
honesty (he was a little simple-minded but not as much as he pretended) thought
he had some kind of constitutional right to have a pistol in his hand when he
displayed it in a 7/11 store in Dracut and the clerk, scared out of her mind,
though it was an armed robbery as she handed over the money. It was, the guy
had about six “priors,” for various armed and unarmed robberies. Had a million cases like that.
Hell
later the civil case clients would still goof with me sometimes like when I did
a few divorce cases before I gave that up as too scary once I realized that I
would rather defend the low-rent criminals who at least were half honest when
they would lie, male or female it didn’t matter, about why they wanted a
divorce. Worse when it came to dividing up the property. Christ they fought
tooth and nail over a television set or some foolish piece of furniture. I
won’t even go into the “civil wars” when there were lawsuits between two
unrelated parties about ownership of land, or chattels. Worse when there were
personal injury cases (although “win or lose” I made good money on those cases
I will admit) and one party would almost ask the judge for the death penalty
beside money damages in the case for some car dent or whiplash back deal.
Jesus.
You
will appreciate this one. I have to chuckle every time I think about Harry’s
case, or rather cases. Harry was from up your way, up in Bedford if I recall,
who had a small printing business in Lowell over on Merrimack Street by the
river in the Taylor Building (now converted to condos at some outrageous price
just because they had a river view but they were poorly constructed and I
wouldn’t live in one if you paid me). He was always coming to me to “negotiate”
with some customer who was not paying his or her bills. One time a big
customer, an independent book publisher, got behind on his payments, had as it
turned out made a bunch of bad decisions about what books would sell in the
consumers’ market, and got so far behind in his bills that Harry took him to
court, rightfully so. When Harry got up on the stand to say his piece he, on
his own, started talking about putting the poor guy in now non-existent
debtor’s prison like something out of Charles Dickens’ Great Expectations which you probably read in school. Like Harry had never heard of bankruptcy laws
(that the guy finally had to go to which was sad in a way because he had in his
younger days published some very good if not exactly best-seller books which is
always worthwhile). When I asked you about your situation in the hospital and
whether you could leave or were being held before you explained everything to
my satisfaction I thought of you as a Harry’s case for real.
[I
remember Harry, Harry Argos, a good guy but had been as an immigrant too
trusting of what he had heard told to him in those classes he took to become a
citizen and so thought justice was on the side of the little guy. Got all riled
up when some “native” tried to pull the wool over his eyes and so wound up in
Tim’s office half the time for no reason that any court of law could, or would,
do anything about.]
You
know even this big deal case from Washington I am working on now that I keep
telling you I am busy on is a “one side wins, the other side loses” situation
(except me because I am getting paid, paid a lot, or I should say I shall get
paid a lot since I am working by the hour on the thing and so not dependent on
winning like in some cases I have had, some cases when I put a lot of time in
and got nothing for it when the client lost). It is about land, or really land
use which people come to me about since I won a case a while back, a big case
in Massachusetts, on appeal about who owned the land. Not a big case like the
U.S. Supreme Court case in Miranda, the
give you your rights case, or Lawrence,
the gay civil rights case, but a big land use case that lawyers still refer to
when they have what are called “adverse possession” cases. What that means in
laymen’s terms is that one guy used land for a long time, over twenty years,
thinking it was his but on the land deed it was really another guy’s. That
other guy showed no proof of active ownership so the first guy got possession.
What was important to the first guy, my guy, was that he have that land to sell
because a huge condo developer wanted the land but only if he could have all of
it undisputed. That is what the D.C. case is all about but the land use size is
much bigger, the developer wants to put 160 condos/townhouses up but needs a
disputed strip for a street between sections. Without that-no go.
But
enough of these law court “war stories” let’s get to why you should be happy
that I feel good to be a lawyer today. [I agree-why the hell is he telling some
bimbo who could care less except maybe for the dollar signs lure that might be
brought in about these old and new cases. Like she gave a fuck except for her
own capers, her own screwball antics.] Last night I was talking to my
accountant about your situation, about the blizzard of e-mails we had sent back
and forth earlier in the day in order to made a plan to move forward and get
you out of “jail,” about what had been happening to you over the past couple of
weeks since you paid off that late insurance premium on your mother’s life
insurance policy. See I need his authorization from the law office accounts,
especially for a large sum like $2100. I have been keeping him “out of the
loop” on those bank transfer things that didn’t work because they were being
drawn off my credit cards which he doesn’t have control over (meaning he
doesn’t have to authorize use although he does need the monthly statements for
tax purposes, Christ, he always as you know wants some damn receipt for every
little thing).
[Of
course this whole “imaginary’ conversation with his accountant, with Sal
Manning, who really has kept Tim out of more trouble with more authorities than
you can shake a stick at, and that is exactly what it was, had been nothing but
a lie. A lie for a lie. See Tim had finally figured out that Katrina, if that
was even her real name, had been “scamming” him, had been leading him on a
classic scam build-up which at this point involved the idea that Tim was
supposed to send dough, a couple of thousand dollars, United States Dollars, to
her bank in the Philippine, the Banco de Oro, BOD, to get her out of the
hospital she had entered the night before she was supposed to go to an
insurance company, Sun Life, and collect about fifty thousand dollars from a
life insurance policy her recently deceased mother had left for her and her
brother. Tim by the way had paid the “late” premium on that policy otherwise
the policy would have lapsed. As I tell you these details you can see what our
Katrina was all about and why I said that nasty remark about Tim being led by
something more than his nose. The deal she was putting was down at that point
was that she needed dough to pay the hospital bills, and her back rent. That
hospital part was the key-supposedly she couldn’t leave the hospital until she
paid her bill and so couldn’t get to the insurance company to pick up that
sweet fifty thousand-in cash. She needed “babe,” her term of endearment for
him, to “one last time” help her out. And Jesus he was still ready to.]
By
the way when I told him [Sal Manning, the accountant] about the failed bank
transfers from my bank, Bank of America (hereafter B of A), to your bank, Banco
de Or, especially from Xoom which he uses all the time and likes and which you
said you were not in favor of using he had the problem solved in a jiffy. That
paperwork BOD (Banco de Oro) wanted you to sign was because you had a savings
account and not a checking account. According to him there was no way Xoom or
Bank of America (I mean B of A) could transfer money from my bank account to
yours because you didn’t have a routing number. So what that local branch of BOD
(Banco de Ora, okay) would have wanted from you if you could have contacted
them was to sign off on paperwork to allow international bank transfers into
your savings account. That was all.
[This,
again for the gullible or easily misled, was all a lie as mentioned in the
previous brackets. Never let it be said that once Tim got on his own high horse
that he could lie with the best of them, tell a tale as good as he received.
Hell he was born on the hard-edged working class section of Riverdale about
twenty miles away from Lowell so he was no stranger to the “lie,” the
non-professional lie once he saw the light. He did say that night at Nick’s
that he had gotten “rusty,” had not seen the tell-tale signs of the scam. I
already made my statement about why that was, what he was being led by.]
But
that wasn’t the reason he, my accountant, called me, although while I had him
the line I told him about your situation. You know about you being in the
hospital for stomach ulcers since you had not been eating, or had been fasting
for some reason, I don’t remember off-hand which it was, the former I think,
but basically not taking care of yourself because you had no dough to live on
until you cashed in on the $50,000 (sorry I don’t know how many pesos,
Philippine pesos that was, about 2,000,000 if I remember the conversion rate
correctly) insurance policy we had paid the premium on. That you had gone to
the hospital, taken I think by your brother and two cousins, Rufus, no, Ricky,
and Jonathan the night before you were supposed to get the big insurance
pay-out you were entitled too. Damn getting sick just when you were going to
get financially well. (Did you ever tell me your brother’s name I know he is a
student and is about seventeen, right?). They had taken you to the same
hospital, Saint Tomas, where your mother had been taken to before she passed
away and which we had had to buy off for $800 USD (United States dollars,
35,000 pesos right) in medical bills before they would let you give her a
proper burial.
My
accountant asked about which wing of the hospital you were being held at, the
low-rent charity ward or the “plush suites,” his terms since he knew the
hospital from trips to Manila on business, and I told him because we had pieced
off the place in your mother’s case with
that 800 clams (35,000 peso clams) before they let you be treated with the
Mayfair swells, you know the upper crust, in the nicer section (his saying
“being held at” like you were a prisoner which is as you know I thought until
just yesterday when you straightened me out and so I did the same for him about
your wanting to do everything by the book, legally).
Like
I said the real reason my accountant called was because he had received an
e-mail by some parish priest from that Quinpo (sorry if I misspelt it) church
your mother belonged to thanking me for sending the five years Mass Card who
although not familiar with your mother’s name, didn’t know her from Adam or Eve
from what my accountant said, was pleased that I had thought of her, one of
God’s children, and that of course on
her death anniversary day they would do their duty to her by saying a Mass in
her name. (I gave February 27th as her death date since that was the
day you left I think and if that is not right then that will still count for
her as her remembrance time anyway.) Of course you know I only did that out of
respect for you (and indirectly your brother whose name I don’t know, is it
Angel, maybe you did tell me). I have mentioned my feelings as an old-time
sinner myself about the Church before and I don’t want to get started on that
because that is not what this message to you is about. About great news not
ancient Catholic childhood mental wounds that have never properly healed. But
just be aware that as for your mother somebody is looking out for her when you
are away elsewhere.
[Again
why the big build up, why would she give a fuck about his traumatic rigid and
distorting Catholic that she, we, had suffered through.]
Of
course since I have known my accountant for a long time and except when he goes
crazy over receipts and invoices he and I get along, and he has after all kept
me out of trouble, out of serious trouble anyway, he felt free to make his
usual “pussy-whipped” comment after I told him about your sad ass tale and your
various post insurance premium- related capers. You remember I hope that e-mail
I sent you one time about his comment about “thinking with cock, not my brain,”
in dealing with you once he saw how pretty you were and how nice too. Here is a
copy just in case you forgot what with your other worries and stuff:
“Hi Sweetie-hope things are going
well with you-thanks for the revealing photos of you. They certainly had my
woodie getting hard just thinking about those beautiful tits of yours (“Woodie”
that’s your word for cock right-I remember you calling it that once time when
we were talking before you left for the Philippines). Of course I would have to
have a closer inspection, a much closer inspection in order to confirm how nice
they are.
[Now you finally in detail get what I
am talking about in this “relationship” between an older man and a younger
woman-right. Forget all the “business’ stuff this is the hard-core truth coming
out. The stuff that should half make you think Tim, however innocent, deserved
all he got from this vixen. I told him so many times so I am not telling and
tales out of school.]
Now that the business stuff is over
let me tell you a story about why I was asking for revealing photos of you. During
this last insurance premium go-round my accountant said I was thinking with “my
cock and not my brain” in dealing with you what with all the zigzags we went
through. He didn’t exactly put it that
way but you know how guys talk about good-looking women and their desire for
them what he meant was that I was
pussy-whipped, “cyber-pussy-whipped” by you because every little request by you
for anything and I was calling him up day and night to see if it could be done
without getting into trouble. That got me to thinking back to the previous
photos that you had sent me of you before you went away. I was thinking that if
I was pussy-whipped (which you and I know I am not but rather just trying to
help a damsel in distress and will in the future too if necessary and we will
work out some kind of thing that will be okay for both of us so we are on the
same page) then I might as well have a look at the pussy I am being whipped by.
Sometime when you get a chance I would not mind a little photo like that. This
would be just between us but I would be able to laugh every time he [Sam
Manning] went on and on about stuff like that. You could do that for me sweetie
I hope.
As usual when I have gone to
Washington I always get behind and so I have been working today to get caught
up on an interesting case I will tell you about sometime. I also jogged this
morning before the rain started here. If you can believe this and this is no
April Fools’ joke tomorrow and the day after (Sunday and Monday here) it is
supposed to snow-not much but what the heck it is April. I am also finishing up
an interesting novel by Ernest Hemingway-do you know who he is-or remember
reading anything by him in high school-about Paris in the 1920s during the Jazz
Age. I would like to go Paris this year in the fall so I am reading stuff like
that to get motivated to go –Of course Paris is a place you don’t want to go
alone if you know what I mean.
I often think about what you are
reading about, what you are doing over there while you are waiting for your
fortunes to change. Tell me some stuff like that, what kind of food do they
have there, did you go any place of interest. You know stuff like that so we
can “reconnect.”
I have learned the basics of sexting
(oops) texting but it takes me a long time to put a message together. I haven’t
got all the symbols and shorthand down. As you can tell it is much easier (and
faster) for me to write a bunch of stuff in an e-mail-Let me hear from you and
what you are up to and remember I will continue to be your amigo as things go
forward-Later.”
Then I sent you another e-mail which went like
this:
“Hi
sweetie- thanks for note- I sent you a note about sending your photos to g-mail
address but that can wait until you have a phone-Will you have a phone before
you leave the Philippines or wait until you get back to America. I sure
would like to have a voice to put with that lovely face. I hope you don't
mind me being a little sexy with you- all I know is that “woodie” was pretty
hard when I saw those photos-kind of got hard just like that but I am sure you
know that would happen when I saw them and I hope you are glad about it-I don't
think you do mind about the little sexy stuff but everything I say is just
between us.
[Need I say more.]
As far as my accountant goes if he
had seen those photos of you and the ones you sent before he would have
the same reaction I did. Then who would be cyber-pussy-whipped. He's a good guy
and like I said he has kept me out of trouble for a while and so that is good
but he would never understand why I like a nice younger woman like you
and have gone out of my way to help you even though we haven't met in
person. But accountants are like that-never take a risk because it
might throw their balance sheets off. You know the only sheets I am
worrying about taking off-I hope.
It is funny when you say you would never let
me down because all through this business stuff whatever was going on
I think in the back of my mind I had a feeling you would not, you just seemed
to be that way. Maybe it was our both growing up kind of poor, kind
of from the wrong side of the tracks as they say that made me feel that
way. We can take about that some other time but we should talk about it.
I didn't quite understand about the "constructing
church" you were talking about-is that in Paris? I don't remember hearing
about that or seeing it the times I have gone there. Have you ever
been to Paris?
You know you might know that guy Hemingway
although not his name did you ever read about a story called the Old Man and the Sea where this old-time
Cuban fisherman is out by himself and sees a huge fish that will put him
on easy street if he can catch it and bring it back to port and sell
it. He catches the fish but along the way back to port about seven things
happen and when he gets to port there is nothing to sell, the fish is
nothing but bones. So much for easy street…”
You had such a great response-remember. If not
here’s the way that went:
“Hello babe thank you so much
again I’m glad you like my photos! I know Woodie will like it too xoxoxo! Don't
mind your accountant once we meet in person we will both show him and laugh in
him for calling you that way! I know you're not that kind of guy he's just
bitter because you will be with a fine lady and he won't! I appreciated all
your good deeds for me babe and I promise I will never let you down! Speaking
of down I can show you my down stairs of course but right after I get a phone
with camera xoxo! Lol really? No I don't know that person but I love to read
what you been writing! We will both go to the place I wanted so much and see
the still constructing church together!! I've been reading a lot of space
lately just bunch of random facts about universe and galaxy! I have never been
to any nice place here since I don’t have money yet I have been eating more of
Philippine foods and I kind of like it its call tinolang manok and pork sisig!
Lol I’m glad you learning how to text if you can you can shoot me one sometimes
and I will reply back! I only have less than $10 to survive the week and I hope
I can get the money by this coming week or next week once I do I will let you
know and will keeping you update of my comeback! I miss talking stuff like this
with you!”
Remember too how my accountant
went crazy looking for that Sun Life insurance premium invoice or there was
going to be hell for me to pay (and you bailed me out by sending the copy which
was hard for you do to do when you were hospital and which I haven’t forgotten
about, believe me I haven’t forgotten). Here’s a refresher:
“Desperate situation-HELP
Sweetie this is why the situation is
desperate and I need your help. I, you maybe, we, are in trouble about that
money I loaned you out of my pocket to pay your insurance premium of $1000 or
whatever it was. I told my accountant who handles both the law office and my
personal financial accounts about my sending you the WU money transfer and when
I told him I had lent you from my pocket (what he called “behind his back”) he
flipped out-again. Said didn’t I realize that lending the dough for the
insurance premiums on top of paying the medical bills and funeral expenses made
it look like I had an interest in the insurance money. Make it look like I was
in with you on the insurance deal since I am the guy who sent the WU money
transfers. In any case lawyers involved with client’s (that was the way the
previous medical and funeral expenses went on the books in the law office ) is
a big no-no-not legal, not ethical and he will be forced to report that to the
Massachusetts Board Of Bar Overseers-the people who make sure lawyers don’t do
stuff like that. Where you could be in trouble is that you knew I was a lawyer,
knew the money for the medical expenses and funeral expenses and that first
time I tried to send you the insurance money where I made a mistake on the
name-remember was coming from a lawyer.
He is not going to lose HIS job or
get in trouble with the CPA (Certified Public Accountants) guys who license him
so I need to get that damn insurance receipt and fast to show that I just
loaned you the money to help you out. Otherwise he will be forced to turn his
information over to the Bar Overseers and who knows what will happen. They do
not like and there are plenty of cases about it seeing lawyers even looking
like they are benefitting from third-party (you) insurance claim. I need to
keep my license clean in order to practice law (and help you in the future when
you get back to America and your nursing career or whatever else you want to do.
So sweetie can you please, please,
please find another computer place there must be more than one in Manila to
scan that receipt and send it quickly-very quickly. You can do that sweetie
right-I have stood by you and done the best I could by you but now, right now,
I need you to help me out.
After that is done, after we can show
that the insurance premium money was just a personal loan, then everything will
look right and I can help you with the other stuff like the rent and all and it
will just be personal and all right. You can do that for me sweetie-yes. After
we get this behind us then I will help you to the best of my ability. And you
know that’s true because I have a track record of helping you that you can
depend on.
Right now though nothing else matters
but that receipt so let’s get to that. My lawyer said I shouldn’t even be
communicating with you except to ask for the receipt but I felt I had to tell
what I was up against so you would know how serious the situation is. I will
abide by what he says though-no communication- until I get that receipt- I will
be glad when this is behind us-su amigo” [Jesus.]
All of this rehashing of e-mails has
a purpose though, a purpose that will make you realize what a good guy my
accountant really is, how much you and I owe him, and why I am happy to be a
lawyer today. I mentioned to my accountant as we were talking last night that
because you were, in effect, under house arrest you couldn’t leave the hospital
under penalty of arrest and incarceration in a real slammer (jail) and so
couldn’t get to your bank to take care of that international money transfer
issue that I mentioned above that he had solved for us by cluing us in about
what BOD (Banco de Oro) wanted from you. Also that your relationship with Sun
Life was thwarted when you got sick the night before you were to complete the
deal and couldn’t get over to their offices to get your hands on what I then
thought before you straightened me out otherwise was an insurance check you
could deposit in your BOD (Banco de Oro) savings account. After you had told me
that Sun Life only deals in cash pay-outs on insurance policies, even large
ones like $50,000 USD (United States dollars and about 2,000, 000 Philippine
pesos) I told him the same thing,
Told him that was why you couldn’t
draw the dough out since you had to go there in person. That because you were
in gaol (jail) you needed my help for one last time to pay off your jailers
(they really are when you think about it since you, trying to act legally, can’t
leave except under severe penalty). Needed me to sent you $2100 USD (United
States dollars, around 9000 or 10,000 pesos right?) via Moneygram in care of your cousin Rickey, no, Jonathan, Jonathan
Mateo because Rickey had either lost his driver’s license or had failed to
renew it (that’s right isn’t it, lost it for speeding or something-did he,
Ricky, ever get it back).
That’s when my accountant “flipped”
out but also when he came back to earth and “saved” us. He told me and I quote,
“ What are you crazy, didn’t you know that Moneygram
had been involved in settling a big
fraud claims case a few months ago where they had let scammers use their site
for illegal actions?” I said no, and that I wasn’t until recently in dealing
with you up to speed on all this electronic money transfer stuff. He answered,
“I wouldn’t use Moneygram in a million years.” Period.
When he settled down, after I asked
him, pretty please, asked him how was I to help you if that avenue was closed
off, he, once again, came up with the solution. Here is where it is good to
know a few people in key places. See, as you might expect of a business
accountant who works for lawyers, he deals with insurance companies all the
time, so he knows, Sam Larkin, the Vice-President for International Affairs at
Sun Life in America, which Sun Life in the Philippines is a subsidiary of. My
accountant called Sam this morning and told him my/your/our story. No problem.
Sam has ordered an agent in the Philippines, Tomas Ramos, to go to you at Saint
Tomas Monday or any day you want if
Monday is no good and on giving him your insurance policy and premium invoice
do whatever you need done. If you want cash or a check, done. He will arrange
it. Sam suggested a check because $50, 000 USD (United States dollars, or what
did I say before a couple of million Philippines pesos) is a lot of money to be
carrying around the Philippines these days and he is right I think from what
you have said about not going out at night or just being around that dangerous
drug-infested neighborhood you live in with the batos locos hanging out right
on that street you live on doing their dirty deeds just like in Manchester [the
town that when Tim and Katrina first “met” on a sex site Katrina claimed she
lived in ] or Lowell. Damn. If you need a ride to your bank, done. Anything you
need to get you right just tell me what day and what time you want Tomas Ramos to
come and take care of business I will call Tomas direct and it is done.
[Remember please that all the above
is all bullshit, all set up to eventually “catch” Katrina out, or if necessary
bring some kindof legal action against her knowing Tim’s wont in such matters.
More likely if Katrina ever comes back to America, and that is iffy, I will be
“contracted” to find her and bring her to “justice.” The less said about that
possibility right now in theory the better.]
So you can see why I like being a
lawyer today. You win, I win, Angel (I think that is his name now that I think
about it) wins, Jonathan and Ricky win.
My accountant, a good guy right, wins. Great news-right.
[You now know why Tim is “on a
mission,” or will be once I explain that Katrina told Tim that it was
“impossible” for her to meet with Tomas Ramos, the representative from Sun Life
in the Philippines that Sam Manning had arranged to meet Katrina in the hospital,
no fuss, no muss because the hospital would not “let him in” where she was
being held pending payment of her mounting hospital bills, brought on not by continuing
care for whatever condition, unknown and never revealed to Tim, but in Catch-22
fashion be her inability to pay. That refusal, a “last straw” for Tim, since no
hospital is going to refuse to let an agent in who is going to bring dough to
pay them off if nothing else prompted another “lie” feast by him to finally “blow
her off” pending whatever else legally or via my investigative prowess he might
deem appropriate.]
Sweetie-I hate to write a note like
this but I am really up against it, or could be. I hate to ask for money from
anybody since I usually have my own resources but like I said in my last e-mail
I am in immediate trouble. I particularly hate to ask girls for money but I
figure that we are beyond that, you are my best friend of late and I hope I am
yours so it is okay. I know you would never let me down if you could help it
and you already know I have not let you down when the deal when down. Another
reason I don’t like asking you for money is because I don’t want you to get the
idea that I am just hanging around you because you have that $50, 000 USD
(United States Dollars, okay, which is what, about two million Philippine
pesos, right) just sitting there waiting to be spent or invested (we can talk
about that investing later which is a good idea even if like with me it ties up
dough so you can’t get to it quickly sometimes). But I figure there is no harm in trying to
see if you can help me since I am the guy that got you the dough to pay the
life insurance premium on your late mother’s, RIP, policy in the first
place.
[Tim had the day before written a “distressing”
short e-mail about his own mounting bills which had to be paid and which thus
made it impossible for him to send that couple of thousand, $2100 USD, United
States Dollars, Katrina “needed” to pay out the hospital bills and the back
rent. Her response “could he sent say $1500 USD.” Jesus what a vulture.]
Here is the score and remember this
stuff is only something I am telling you about to try to have you do something
about to help if other things don’t work out. On May 1st (our time,
May 2nd your time), or really May 2nd (May 3rd
your time, right) since May 1st falls on a Sunday this year my
yearly health insurance premium of $4462. 53 USD (United States Dollars, about
two hundred thousand Philippine pesos, right) is due. Yeah, I know I should pay
by the month like everybody else but stuff like that, stuff that you have to
pay anyway, I like to pay in one lump sum. What happens is that Harvard Pilgrim
takes that out automatically from my checking account (the one I control but
which my accountant monitors for tax purposes and the never-ending freaking
receipts and invoices that you know he is crazy for, that makes his day for
crying out loud even if he is a good guy otherwise).
The problem like I told you earlier
is that with one thing and another I only have about two thousand ($2015 USD,
United States Dollars, about a hundred thousand Philippine pesos, right) in the
bank as of today, and that includes the one thousand bucks ($1000 USD, United
States Dollars) you are not supposed to go below or they whack you with a
penalty. So I am short, way short and if some dough I am expecting doesn’t come
in from the various accounts (as you know, or maybe you don’t know but I will
tell you now, we sent out invoices on monthly billing on the 15th of
the month [our time, the 16th your time]) I am cooked because that
bill will bounce from here to China, or maybe the Philippines anyway.
You know with my recent health
problems which means I better have health insurance or go directly to the poor
farm and the requirements of the Affordable Health Care Act to keep health
insured (you might know that Act as Obamacare but that is the official name,
okay) I cannot afford to let my health insurance lapse-even short term-since
they double whack you with a premium hike and a penalty on your state/federal
taxes. So I need to make sure I have dough to cover to be on the safe side by
Friday April 29th (Saturday April 30th your time). That
is why I need your help. That is why I know you will not let me down, no way,
you are not built that way. I know that
already.
Here’s the way out, here is the caper
that depends on you and your help. I know you are in that dirty dungeon of a
hospital, (where are you being held now - in the charity wards with the geeks and
“lost souls” –damn those bastards holding you like this was the 19th
century and you were in some debtor’s prison out of a Charles Dickens novel). I
know too that you have no dough to pay off your freaking mounting hospital
bills since you can’t get over to Sun Life to get your hands on that real
dough, that $45,000 USD in cash (United States Dollars) that will set you, your
brother, your cousins Rudy and Jonathan and ME too up for a while. I know too
because you told me and because you are a young woman who is both responsible
enough to want to pay her bills as best she can and do stuff legally you don’t
want to just “jail break” out of that hellhole. But this is what I want you to
do first thing Monday morning your time (Sunday our time)-and it is perfectly
legal-just go to the hospital administrator or the head of the
billing/accounting department and tell them your story. Tell them (and show
them that paid up invoice and the insurance policy too) you need to get out to
do business with Sun Life. Let them have somebody go with you if they say they
don’t trust you to come back. Tell them you will have dough, cash, dollars to
pay off that hospital bill in full (don’t get pesos because as I will tell you
in a minute how much I need they don’t help me in the United States, okay).
Cry, flirt, go into a fit of despair, threaten them with a lawsuit, mention you
have a lawyer (me) who will get to the bottom of this sordid business but make
them do the right (and smart for them) thing.
With that done (with or without some
escort-does it really matter to you, I hope not because you are up against it
and I am too remember) and with your money safely in that BOD savings account
(Banco de Oro) you can sent me say $1500 USD (United States Dollars, please),
maybe $2000 USD (you know what that USD means now, right) by the best available
method. A thousand ($1000 USD) might be enough if a check for $2500 USD comes
in from a guy I did work for last month but figure the two numbers I quoted
you-okay. You know more about all the aspects of international money transfers
than I do so that is up to you-you know my name and address I think and if not
I will sent it to you after you do this wonderful deed. I know you are a good
girl and that you can do this for me, please. But I need it by Friday okay. You
can do this, I know you can and if for some reason I don’t need the dough I
will let you know before Friday because like I said I don’t like the idea that
you might get the idea that I am just looking for a hand-out since right now
you have a ton of dough just waiting to help you out and I am up against
it.
If there is a snag on this perfectly
reasonable plan for some reason here is what I ask you to do. Doesn’t your
cousin Rudy, no, Ricky owe me five hundred buck ($500 USD) from back a couple
of months ago when I sent him dough from Washington to cover a speeding ticket
or some problem he had. Tell him I will settle for say $250 or $300 USD and
forget the rest. Your cousin Jonathan sounds like a helpful guy can you hit him
up for say another $250-300 USD (maybe he and Ricky have to do it in Philippine
pesos but that is okay I will take that and convert it here). How about your
brother, I forget his name but I think it was Angel, or maybe I hope he is an
angel, he must have few bucks saved up somewhere, say maybe $100 USD (or the
peso equivalent). Maybe they can sell some books, or a television or something.
Of course with Johnathan and our angel brother I will pay them back-asap-you
know that, right. Let’s say they can put together $1000 USD together- that
would help. Like I say you know all the money transfer routes so I will leave
it up to you what way you sent it but please do so by Friday-okay.
I know you can do that first plan
sweetie-do it for your good friend okay and when you get back to America
believe me you won’t regret it-no at all.
**************
Lawyer Timothy Clary, despite due
diligence and the hire of a private investigator, me, to “track her down like a dog” as he put it to
me after, long after he got wise to what she was pulling on him, never heard
about or from her again after that e-mail. Surprise-surprise. Good riddance-that’s me, Phil Markin
talking.
