The following was asked for by a member here who has experienced the beginning problem in chapter one and asked me to try to give her a way to vent what she is feeling. Remember Theft from a senior, Selling Stolen goods, possession of stolen goods, rape , forcible confinement are all punishable by time in prison! learn it now and not by the legal establishment with their facilities to forced that onto you if you want to walk more than a few thousand yards anytime soon!
So part One Has no sex just set up for what's to come
Part One
“As much as it grieves me to say there hasn’t been enough evidence presented that unequivocally shows that the items the Hawkins claim were taken from their dear love one’s home was taken by her former care worker! So I have no choice but to dismiss their case against Ms. Janice Meyers!” Banging the gavel in his left hand, bringing the legal path way to justice to a close.
I burst into tears and had to be led out of the court by my family. The smug bitch commenting “I told you that nothing would come of this, you should have listened to me!”
I was going to say something until my brother stopped me “Leave it Jess, we have bigger issues to contend with!”
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That was three days ago! And I still burst into tears when I remember the look on her face. No one could cheer me up, I had no one close I could talk about it with my friends had the same attitude that the court had. I was letting everything slide, then I don’t know why but Graham came to mind! He always said that i could vent at him anytime I needed to and now sure was one of those times.
Booting my laptop up, logging into R.U., I’m in luck he appears to be on, I send him a quick message hoping that he sees it. Minutes later a notification that I’ve got a message, God let it be Graeme! Checking it is! I start another message, explaining what I’ve been doing and how I felt. Pressing send, I sat and waited for his response, thinking that he wasn’t going to reply at all, after all, what could he do that we here in Britain couldn’t do?
Another notification and my eyes bulge out as I read his reply
"JESSICA LEAVE IT TO ME IN 20 point font
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Some bitch ripped off Jessica’s grandmother. No way in hell I was going to let that bitch take advantage of Jessica’s family like that. I maybe in Canada but my British cousins will rise to the occasion when I ask them to intervene on their behave. All it was going to take was a little background check to learn her address and then I’ll leave everything to them on how to extract revenge for the Hawkins without them being involved!
I had the court where the case was heard, the date and the adjudicating Judge, a quick spin through the public court files give me her full name Janice Meyers of 54 Buckland Road, Maidstone, England. Well that didn’t take as long as I thought it would, only thing decent about the British Court system in this case.After checking my watch I see it would be twelve thirty in the morning in England. Looks like their revenge will be delayed until tomorrow, after all Greg isn’t the most intelligent member of the extended family to talk with at the best of times, but knackered forget it a brick would provide better conversation!
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Seven sharp in Mississauga, I call my cousin Greg Carter a eighty-five year old ne'er-do-well who would rather take a chance with the police than do anything legitimate. If anyone could get Jessica justice he’s the one. I call and for once he answers on the first Ring.
“Well if it isn’t the colonial, what can I do for you cousin?”
"A friend of mine In England had a senior service provider rip off some family heirlooms when her grandmother died!”
“Male or female and what did they take?
"A female one Janice Meyers, 40 years old from 54 Buckland Road, Maidstone. Antique vases, antique ornaments, my friend’s grandfather’s war
medals!
“THE BLOODY BITCH!” Greg served in the Korean conflict and was a decorated vet of the conflict so anyone taking advantage of a veteran automatically earned his ire. “Say no more do you have a way to contact this friend of yours!”
“Yeah a website we both belong to!”
“Good contact her and find out if she minds what happens to the bitch!”
“She told me she wanted to see her suffer for what she did to them!”
“A Janice Meyers of 54 Buckland Road, Maidstone?” I affirm the information “Alright give me a bit to check it out and I’ll get back to you or should I contact your friend direct?”
“I don’t know cuz I don’t think Je!”
“DON’T YOU BASTARDIZE THE QUEEN’S ENGLISH OR I’LL FLY OVER THERE AND PUT YOU OVER MY KNEE AND WASH YOUR MOUTH OUT WITH LYE SOAP!”
I went to say sorry but he hung up on me!” Well I’ll post Jessica and tell her that my cousin is looking into it!.
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That the problem with the colonies they take liberties with the Queen’s English! But the minute Graeme say medals were taken I knew I was going to help his friend. Calling out for Sy “Hey Sy that darkie fella still fencing in Maidstone?”
From deeper inside the small house, “Yeah Lorus is still fencing why you planning on moving something?”
“No I’m looking for some war medals that belong to…” Slapping his knee “Damn Going have to call Graeme back to get a name and rank before you can call Lorus!” Picking up the phone, dials a reduce long distance service then the Canadian number. Four rings
“Hello, Cousin Greg?
“How did you know it’s me?”
“Caller ID on the phone!”
"Bloody cheeky git! I need the name on the medals!” Waiting for Graham’s response
“Sergeant Major John Hawkings, King’s Royal Rifle Corps!”
“Great!, the names were engraved into each medal so it they were pawned we should be able to find out where!” Hanging up before he could ask me anything else. “Sy get a hold of Lorus see if any medals belonging to a Sergeant Major John Hawkings, King’s Royal Rifle Corps were pawned to him or any of his jobbers!”
Twenty minutes later Sy comes back “Yeah the medals were given in at H&T Pawnbrokers In Sittingbourne, Lorus called and they still have the medals and the security footage of who pawned them!” Taking a seat across from Greg with the phone still in his hand “ What do you want Lorus to do?”
“Get the medal into his possession then hold them until I show up tomorrow! To collect them!” Sy relays the orders and then hangs up the phone. Greg grabs it and rings his associate in Real estate “Mosley what’s the chance of getting a place close to 54 Buckland Road, Maidstone!”
“Your in luck mate I’ve a place at 5 Buckland Hill for let, if your serious!”
“I’ll take it on a month by month base. Don’t suppose you could put a sign up saying Elderly man looking for a caregiver at this address call 01622 600104”
“Do I even want to know why you want this?”
“NO!” Ringing off before he asked anything else. Hollering back into the rest of the house “Dee Dee Uncle Greg wants to see you!”
A minute later a young dark haired girl of eighteen comes into the room “You wanted me Uncle Greg
“Yes Princess!, How would you like to help your uncle to right a wrong done to a veteran”
“What would I have to do?” I laid out my plan and she jumped at the chance to help her uncle out,especially when I say I would get her that Mini she had her heart set on!
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Two Weeks Later
Janice was working out well, she contacted us five days after we moved in, accepting two hundred pounds a
week to start, based on what Graham passed along we stocked the place with antiques that were going to be hard to resist, even went and got a set of war medals faked with my name on them. Dee Dee was the first to notice that the medals were moved from the dresser where they were first put!
From that point on the hidden camera I had installed in the whole place were on twenty-four seven. Sy reviewed the footage daily, Thursday they captured Janice dipping her hand into the vase we sat up to contain money we used for little incidentals around the place- like bribing the TV Licensing people, the neighbourhood kid that we had following Janice around when she left. Little nipper managed to find out where Janice pawned one of the vases she claimed to have broken and threw out before we saw it!
It all came to a head on Saturday morning during Soccer AM when the phone rang. Instead of viewing the camera footage, Sy was watching the show with me, he picked it up, answered it, listen for a couple of minutes,“Hold on let me put the gentleman in question on the phone!” Passing me the receiver.
“This better be good I’m missing Footy for this!” The person on the other end proceeded saying he had a female here that was trying to pawn War medals and he needed proper permission to take them. Giving me the address then saying that I had until five thirty to come down and sign the proper papers.
I told him that I would be there within the hour and asked if they could delay the person who’s trying to pawn them!. “I’m bound by the law to have them here until the papers are signed!” I ring off “Well looks like we have the bitch, me medals are at the same pawnshop she pawned Graham’s friend’s grandfather’s medals, call the guys Sy, tell them get their arses down here, Dee Dee and I are going to get the bitch!”
A leisurely thirty minute drive through The Kent Downs AONB has Dee Dee excited “Does this mean I’ll have my Mini soon Uncle Greg?”
“Your Mini and me and the boys will be needing you to be scarce so we can get some vengeance for Miss Hawkins and some pleasure for ourselves!”
Dee Dee looks at me “Really Uncle Greg, I wouldn’t screw her even with your dick on the end of a Scottish caber!”
“Dee Dee when you get my age and you can get it up, you don’t look at what you gonna stick it in, you just hope to get it in before spilling!” Dee Dee shudders thinking of the image, finally stopping as we pull up in front of H&T Pawnbrokers. She parks and helps me inside, her eyes spotting Janice in an office cubicle behind the counter. A greasy looking Indian comes out.
“May I help you kind sir?”
“Greg Carter, I got a call about someone trying to hock my medals here!”
He stops, turns and calls out in his mother tongue, within seconds another Indian shows his face, “Ah Mr. Carter! A pleasure to make your acquaintance!” Holding out his hand which I take grudgingly, “This way if you please!” Leading me and Dee Dee to the cubicle with the awaiting Janice.
As the three of us enter, Janice turns around and her face blanches! “Why Janice what a surprise to find you and my medals here!” She knew she’s been caught red handed “Give me one reason why I shouldn’t bring in the Kent police?”
To Be concluded