October 1, 2010.
The Bank manager looked at the computer screen with amazement. The portly man who had been here the day before and opened a checking account had just received a wire for $1 Million. The notation on it was, “Gift from S. Jones.” When the portly man returned to the bank a few days later, the Bank manager asked him, where he knew Mr. Jones from and the portly man smiled. “His father fuck my mother while on vacation. He’s my half-brother. Lucky for me, eh?”. Lucky is right thought the clerk. Shortly thereafter the money was wired to several different banks and brokerage houses and invested to yield income.
October 29, 2010.
Bill Brubaker had a tough life in Chicago. He was what you might call down and out, or homeless, or less charitably a bum. He was 5’9” and was heavy set. He had gray and brown hair and brown eyes. He was apparently killed by some other person probably for a bottle of booze and suffered a blunt force trauma to the head. The ME truck arrived at the scene and two technicians proceeded to bag the body. After he was put in the bag the truck left. A few miles down the road it turned into an abandoned warehouse where a man with $10,000 was waiting. Thanks guys, don’t spend it all in one place. The detective working the case never figured out what happened to the body, the ME couldn’t find it and assumed it had been misplaced. There had been a mysterious power outage at the morgue that week causing bodies to be moved to other refrigerated places. His paperwork must have been lost. But who cared, he was just a homeless bum anyway. No one would really care.
October 30, 2010.
The somehow a spark ignited an open ether bottle. Sam McGonagle’s dental office went up in flames. It didn’t take long before the nitrous oxide tanks blew and the office building as in flames. The Fire Marshall ruled out arson since there had been a thunderstorm in the area and even static electricity can set off ether. Luckily no one was killed. Sam McGonagle luckily had plenty of insurance and his lease was about up anyway, so he was in the process of setting up a new office uptown. He got a low interest loan from his local bank and now had some insurance cash to boot. His only regret was that all his patient records were destroyed. Thank goodness for that computer back-up. Otherwise the fire really would have been a disaster.