The 419 Caper (Preview)by Artis Reed
San Francisco Police undercover detective officer James Bryant is a dedicated lawman of 12 years. He is the best undercover detective San Francisco has ever had, but when given the chance to take out the most notorious kingpin in the world and make himself instant millions, James would not hesitate. With Taye (the kingpin) now dead, all incriminating evidence leads to… See more details below
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San Francisco Police undercover detective officer James Bryant is a dedicated lawman of 12 years. He is the best undercover detective San Francisco has ever had, but when given the chance to take out the most notorious kingpin in the world and make himself instant millions, James would not hesitate. With Taye (the kingpin) now dead, all incriminating evidence leads to James as the killer. The only problem is, how can anyone prove his guilt, and who is smart enough to expose his deep knowledge of the Nigerian criminal enterprise (the 419 scams) that had already ripped the United States of America of billions of dollars.
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First day of work
The two most common things you'd have to get used to living in San Francisco are the slanting streets and the wafting breeze. Every day in the Bay area brings something new, but the rising morning of March 8th brought nothing unusual except the gusty wind from the Pacific Ocean. It was this wafting chill that woke Paul Benton from his sleep, twenty minutes before his six a.m alarm sound off.
Today would be the most important day of his life; the day he'd become a Detective.
After waking up, Paul rolled over on the bed and kissed his wife on the cheek. Then he prepared himself for work. Built like a football star, with strong muscular cuts and a resplendent face, Paul Benton could be taken for a fashion model rather than a detective. His weekly low-trimmed haircut cost him twenty dollars per visit, and none of his cloths aged over a year. After shaving off the little hairs along his jawlines, he plucked the inside hairs of his nostrils, and then put on his work garment. He checked his overall look at the bathroom mirror; taking note of the crispy dark suit and the well groomed figure within it. The perfect brown edging alongside his hairline blended well with his caramel tan skin and the overall softness of his face.
He corrected his neck-tie, donned his shoulder-trap pistol, and then checked for the handcuffs locked to his side. The Stacy Adams on his feet looked well-polished just as his gleaming platinum watch, and his overall look this morning was dapper. After all, today would be his first duty as a detective.
After leaving the bathroom, he kissed his wife once again and headed out of the house.
Traffic in the early morning of San Francisco Bay was always busy, but this was something the soon-to-be detective was already used to. He was calm in his seat as he steadily cruised through the slanting streets that merged into different curves and angles, and passed the cable cars and short trains that rolled by. At 7:30 a.m, half of San Francisco was already awake and roaming about. Owners of different business outlets had already opened their shops for business, and groups of early commuters were making their ways to work.
A ten minutes detour to a donut shop gave Detective Benton the belly warmth that he needed for the day before returning back to the flow of traffic that soon slowed to a crawling speed. As time steadily idled away afterward, Paul tuned the FM radio to 99.1 and listened to the Disc Jockey as he announced the latest scoops in the city.
"Have you guys heard? This just came in. That Nigerian Teflon Don Taye was found murdered in his bedroom last night, with a single gun shoot to the head. And guess what, the detectives don't have a clue to who did it. What do you guys think, call us in. Our radio lines will be open for comments in a few minutes, but in the meantime enjoy this new release from 50 Cent, 'Murder for foes.'"
The 50 Cent music came on, and Paul raised the volume dial on the stereo. A short moment later he was moving his head to the reverberating beats, and by the time the rap song was over the vehicle had only moved about two blocks on the street. He continued listening to the Disc Jockey and the listeners' comments.
"I don't think the police will ever find out who kill that guy, just like Tupac and Biggie," one of the audiences commented.
"You see, that's exactly what I'm saying when I say America is black and white. If you're black and powerful like Taye, the white people, and I'm talking about their secretly police, will make sure you're buried in dirt with a question mark, just like all the ones before him," another audience commented.
"Oh common," the Disc Jockey replied, anointed.
"The state of California is after this guy's head, so it shouldn't be a surprise that they pay to have him offed."
"Common people, why is everybody on this guy's side. We are talking about a guy that duped California out of half a billion dollars, of your tax money." The Disc Jockey made his feelings heard.
"I'm with Dan." Dan was the DJ's name. "I think Taye deserved what happened to him. He scammed all that money but he didn't really give
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A curious mixture of a Sherlock Holmes novel with a touch of the modern day TV Police Detective dramas so popular today. i found the revelations about the way the Nigerian crime scene works quite frightening, but it was the author's ability to weave a good story that stole the show for me. Nicely written and with a decent plot. I look forward to more from this author in the future.