Chapter 8
Not Going Quite to PlanJames was in a jumpy mood. He had spent an afternoon with the fraud squad, who had been laying it on thick that they suspected him of being implicated, employing devious methods to trick him in to saying something that might display his guilt. He had stuck to his well-rehearsed guns though, he knew full well that he would be interrogated and had come well prepared. He had an answer for everything they had thrown at him and he felt he had played his part well, maybe even earning himself an accolade for best actor when knee deep in the s**t award. Playing it with a large dollop of indignation and hurt as to the fact that his loyal staff had let him down so badly, been stealing from the very hand that had so generously fed them. He had, however, successfully
