I'd like to say thank you to my friend and work colleague Dinesh. He gave me the name of Coldham's friend and choose the beer Scott Hillier is drinking.
If you want to read more stories about Robertson "Flanky" Brutus, please check out The Pick Pocket's Pick Pocket and The Train Conductor.
Coldham Fintan Noose II hated his son and name sake, whom the family had nick named Fin. Coldham's pulse started racing, when he thought about what Fin had done. In Coldham's opinion Fin was a failure, cold hearted, egoistic and a total bastard. Fin had always been a trouble maker and hadn't lived up to the expectation of Beverly, Coldham's wife, and himself. They had tried to mold Fin. It had never worked out. To Beverly's and his dismay Fin turned criminal. He was a burglar as far as they knew. The worst thing was, though, that he had turned their other son, his brother Mike, against them. It hurt so much loosing Mike, Coldham wanted to get rid of Fin.
Coldham was meeting with a friend at a bar in downtown to watch a football game and to drown his sorrow.
They were having a beer. Scott Hillier, Coldham's friend, nursed a San Miguel, while Coldham was on his second Budweiser. Scott was surprised how fast Coldham was guzzling his drink. Coldham wasn't the type to get drunk. "What's wrong?" Scott asked. "Fin has told Mike a bunch of lies! He believed them, caused a scene, has moved out and isn't talking to us."
Scott knew all about Fin and how - after another disappointment and one too many arguments - Coldham and Beverly had thrown out Fin. He was aghast Fin would try to alienate Mike and his parents. "Don't worry, Coldham. I'm sure Mike is coming to his senses soon."
The situation had been going on for months. Originally Coldham had hoped the same, but unfortunately Mike still refused any contact. He believed his parents were perverts and sadists, based on the video tapes Fin had played into his hands. Fin hadn't provided faked information. The video tapes had been made by Coldham and Beverly.
Neither Fin nor Mike minded the little sex games their parents liked to play. They were both very much shocked, angry and felt sick, when they realized their parents had recorded some of their spankings without their knowledge and gleefully discussed Fin's and Mike's reactions to the punishment.
Of course Coldham had never told Scott the full truth. When Beverly and he threw out Fin, he claimed they had a bust up, because Fin hadn't attended his college classes they paid for. It was only part of the truth. They found out he had lied to them for over half a year and pursuit his criminal career.
Scott tried to cheer his friend up. Coldham was inconsolable, though, and got hopelessly drunk. He slurred: "I want to get rid of him!" "Oh, come on, Coldham, you can't be serious!" Scott chided. "I am and I'm finding a way!" "Sh!" Scott was concerned. Coldham couldn't go around making threats. What was going to happen, if really something happened to Fin and an investigation was started? Coldham would be immediately a suspect. Coldham reacted to Scott's reprimands and didn't mention then or in the future he wanted to murder his son.
Scott left the table at some stage. Coldham downed another big gulp of beer, when he was approached by a dark haired man in his early thirties. "Hey, I heard you want to get rid of your son. I might be able to facilitate you..." Coldham had problems getting the man into focus. His mind wasn't working as quick as usual too. "What?!" He slurred. The man sighed. He came nearer and whispered into Coldham's ear: "I can kill your son. Against payment of course." For a moment Coldham was taken aback, then his blue grey eyes glinted. "Okay, how do we set it up?" The stranger studied the man for a moment. He seemed familiar, but didn't know where from. Coldham was light ash blond and in his late forties. "Give me your cell phone number and we'll arrange a meeting to discuss it further." Coldham agreed. The killer was gone by the time Scott was back.
Two days later the stranger from the bar contacted Coldham. He had completely forgotten about it. Sober again, Coldham wasn't so sure anymore if he really wanted to go ahead. Still Coldham went to the meeting in an alleyway in Little Cuba. He brought a photograph of Fin. He was nervous. Maybe it was a set up.
The profi killer was already waiting. He was alone.
After a little small talk, they discussed their business. Coldham showed the man the photograph. A shadow crossed over the man's face, before it was gone. "Everything alright?" Coldham asked Henry Sanchez. It was the name the killer had given him, but Coldham doubted it was his real name. "Yes, everything's fine." Henry Sanchez confirmed. "Do you know where your son lives?" "No. We haven't been in contact for about three years..." "What are his favorite hang outs, any friends I should know of?" "Not that I'm aware of. Wait a second. Fin has a favorite beach, where he likes to wind surf. Let me think... Oh, yes! It's called Windsurfer Beach." Henry didn't have a clue where that was. Not a problem, though. "Okay, I'll keep the photograph, so that I can identify your son. I'm charging 8000 USD. 4000 now, the other half, when I've done the job."
Coldham was struggling with his conscience. Could he really do it? He thought so. Coldham justified his actions by believing he was making the world a better place without Fin. Of course he didn't have 4000 USD with him. Mr. Sanchez wanted the cash before starting the project. They arranged for another meeting, when Coldham had the amount ready.
After handing over the money, Coldham didn't hear for weeks from Mr. Sanchez. He had nearly forgotten about the whole incident. An envelope was sent to him by courier. The black and white photographs were gruesome. It showed a dead man. The blond hair and body shape did fit Fin. The victim had been shot in the head. Thank goodness the face wasn't visible, but a big black puddle surrounding the head, indicated a massive blood loss. Suddenly Coldham felt guilty instead of vindicated. What had he done?!
He was withdrawn, unconcentrated and suffered from insomnia. Coldham was beating himself up. His friends and wife were worried when the symptoms lasted longer, and there was no explanation for his behavior.
To take off his mind, Beverly planned a trip to The Shops at Bal Harbour. It was their favorite mall. They loved the Koi Ponds and tropical gardens, the architecture and the luxury shops, of course.
Beverly and Coldham were leaving the Chanel shop - she had bought sneakers - when Coldham stopped dead in his tracks. His face was flushed, and it looked as if he had seen a ghost. Coldham's eyes rolled uncontrollable, he fell to the ground - unconscious. It didn't take him long to regain his conscious. Coldham tried to jump up. He was unbelievable angry and wanted to get Henry Sanchez! Still feeling dizzy and having banged his head, he had to lie down again. Beverly was concerned and wanted Coldham to go to E&A. He was stubborn and refused. He sat up, rubbing the bump on his head. "Have you seen Fin?" He asked his wife. "Fin?! No!" After a short pause she added: "No way!" Beverly always believed burglars were small time criminals, totally oblivious to the fact that some cat burglars could earn millions per heist. When Fin's mentor Reggie Smith retired he had a nest egg of roughly 119 million USD. Coldham was 1000 % sure he had seen his son. Coldham and Beverly devised a plan.
They went to one of the information desks and asked to have their son called over the public announcement system. They claimed Fin and they had arrived together, but gone their separate ways. They had agreed to meet at the fountain in front of Chanel at a certain time, but he hadn't come. The lady at the information desk complied and commented on how unreliable kids these days were. Beverly, who worked as a school administrator, couldn't agree more.
After waiting what seemed like ages, Fin approached. He hadn't spied his parents yet, so they thanked the information desk staff, claimed to have seen him and walked away in the other direction.
Coldham had his confirmation Fin wasn't dead. He had mixed feelings. Coldham was glad he wasn't a murderer, but was upset and angry Henry Sanchez had cheated him. If he should ever get his fingers on Mr. Sanchez...
Robertson Brutus a.k.a. Henry Sanchez was laughing all the way to the bank. He was a pick pocket and his job had brought him to the bar. When he overheard Coldham's conversation, he thought he might be able to make a quick buck without doing a lot. Somehow Coldham seemed familiar, but Robertson didn't know from where. The photograph Coldham provided made it clear. Fin and he had met earlier. Robertson had realized Fin had been stealing from him and beat Fin up for it. Later Robertson found out Fin was influential and was lucky his enemy didn't want revenge.
Robertson assumed since Coldham and Fin hadn't been in contact for years, he could easily trick Coldham and Fin wouldn't mind at all.
Robertson had a good memory, so he knew roughly what Fin's body looked like. Based on this and the photograph he had received from Coldham he created his own crime scene. He knew somebody with a similar figure than Fin. The hair color and facial features were different, but with some manipulations Robertson thought he was able to trick Coldham into believing his son had really been shot. It took a little bit of cajoling and bribery to get the other person to play Fin. In the end it paid off.
After his success Robertson avoided all the places he thought both Nooses might went to. He could imagine the older Noose would want to kill him, if he realized his son was still alive, and he didn't want to run into the younger one, because even though Fin had promised not to take revenge, you never knew...
If you want to read more stories about Robertson "Flanky" Brutus, please check out The Pick Pocket's Pick Pocket and The Train Conductor.
Coldham Fintan Noose II hated his son and name sake, whom the family had nick named Fin. Coldham's pulse started racing, when he thought about what Fin had done. In Coldham's opinion Fin was a failure, cold hearted, egoistic and a total bastard. Fin had always been a trouble maker and hadn't lived up to the expectation of Beverly, Coldham's wife, and himself. They had tried to mold Fin. It had never worked out. To Beverly's and his dismay Fin turned criminal. He was a burglar as far as they knew. The worst thing was, though, that he had turned their other son, his brother Mike, against them. It hurt so much loosing Mike, Coldham wanted to get rid of Fin.
Coldham was meeting with a friend at a bar in downtown to watch a football game and to drown his sorrow.
They were having a beer. Scott Hillier, Coldham's friend, nursed a San Miguel, while Coldham was on his second Budweiser. Scott was surprised how fast Coldham was guzzling his drink. Coldham wasn't the type to get drunk. "What's wrong?" Scott asked. "Fin has told Mike a bunch of lies! He believed them, caused a scene, has moved out and isn't talking to us."
Scott knew all about Fin and how - after another disappointment and one too many arguments - Coldham and Beverly had thrown out Fin. He was aghast Fin would try to alienate Mike and his parents. "Don't worry, Coldham. I'm sure Mike is coming to his senses soon."
The situation had been going on for months. Originally Coldham had hoped the same, but unfortunately Mike still refused any contact. He believed his parents were perverts and sadists, based on the video tapes Fin had played into his hands. Fin hadn't provided faked information. The video tapes had been made by Coldham and Beverly.
Neither Fin nor Mike minded the little sex games their parents liked to play. They were both very much shocked, angry and felt sick, when they realized their parents had recorded some of their spankings without their knowledge and gleefully discussed Fin's and Mike's reactions to the punishment.
Of course Coldham had never told Scott the full truth. When Beverly and he threw out Fin, he claimed they had a bust up, because Fin hadn't attended his college classes they paid for. It was only part of the truth. They found out he had lied to them for over half a year and pursuit his criminal career.
Scott tried to cheer his friend up. Coldham was inconsolable, though, and got hopelessly drunk. He slurred: "I want to get rid of him!" "Oh, come on, Coldham, you can't be serious!" Scott chided. "I am and I'm finding a way!" "Sh!" Scott was concerned. Coldham couldn't go around making threats. What was going to happen, if really something happened to Fin and an investigation was started? Coldham would be immediately a suspect. Coldham reacted to Scott's reprimands and didn't mention then or in the future he wanted to murder his son.
Scott left the table at some stage. Coldham downed another big gulp of beer, when he was approached by a dark haired man in his early thirties. "Hey, I heard you want to get rid of your son. I might be able to facilitate you..." Coldham had problems getting the man into focus. His mind wasn't working as quick as usual too. "What?!" He slurred. The man sighed. He came nearer and whispered into Coldham's ear: "I can kill your son. Against payment of course." For a moment Coldham was taken aback, then his blue grey eyes glinted. "Okay, how do we set it up?" The stranger studied the man for a moment. He seemed familiar, but didn't know where from. Coldham was light ash blond and in his late forties. "Give me your cell phone number and we'll arrange a meeting to discuss it further." Coldham agreed. The killer was gone by the time Scott was back.
Two days later the stranger from the bar contacted Coldham. He had completely forgotten about it. Sober again, Coldham wasn't so sure anymore if he really wanted to go ahead. Still Coldham went to the meeting in an alleyway in Little Cuba. He brought a photograph of Fin. He was nervous. Maybe it was a set up.
The profi killer was already waiting. He was alone.
After a little small talk, they discussed their business. Coldham showed the man the photograph. A shadow crossed over the man's face, before it was gone. "Everything alright?" Coldham asked Henry Sanchez. It was the name the killer had given him, but Coldham doubted it was his real name. "Yes, everything's fine." Henry Sanchez confirmed. "Do you know where your son lives?" "No. We haven't been in contact for about three years..." "What are his favorite hang outs, any friends I should know of?" "Not that I'm aware of. Wait a second. Fin has a favorite beach, where he likes to wind surf. Let me think... Oh, yes! It's called Windsurfer Beach." Henry didn't have a clue where that was. Not a problem, though. "Okay, I'll keep the photograph, so that I can identify your son. I'm charging 8000 USD. 4000 now, the other half, when I've done the job."
Coldham was struggling with his conscience. Could he really do it? He thought so. Coldham justified his actions by believing he was making the world a better place without Fin. Of course he didn't have 4000 USD with him. Mr. Sanchez wanted the cash before starting the project. They arranged for another meeting, when Coldham had the amount ready.
After handing over the money, Coldham didn't hear for weeks from Mr. Sanchez. He had nearly forgotten about the whole incident. An envelope was sent to him by courier. The black and white photographs were gruesome. It showed a dead man. The blond hair and body shape did fit Fin. The victim had been shot in the head. Thank goodness the face wasn't visible, but a big black puddle surrounding the head, indicated a massive blood loss. Suddenly Coldham felt guilty instead of vindicated. What had he done?!
He was withdrawn, unconcentrated and suffered from insomnia. Coldham was beating himself up. His friends and wife were worried when the symptoms lasted longer, and there was no explanation for his behavior.
To take off his mind, Beverly planned a trip to The Shops at Bal Harbour. It was their favorite mall. They loved the Koi Ponds and tropical gardens, the architecture and the luxury shops, of course.
Beverly and Coldham were leaving the Chanel shop - she had bought sneakers - when Coldham stopped dead in his tracks. His face was flushed, and it looked as if he had seen a ghost. Coldham's eyes rolled uncontrollable, he fell to the ground - unconscious. It didn't take him long to regain his conscious. Coldham tried to jump up. He was unbelievable angry and wanted to get Henry Sanchez! Still feeling dizzy and having banged his head, he had to lie down again. Beverly was concerned and wanted Coldham to go to E&A. He was stubborn and refused. He sat up, rubbing the bump on his head. "Have you seen Fin?" He asked his wife. "Fin?! No!" After a short pause she added: "No way!" Beverly always believed burglars were small time criminals, totally oblivious to the fact that some cat burglars could earn millions per heist. When Fin's mentor Reggie Smith retired he had a nest egg of roughly 119 million USD. Coldham was 1000 % sure he had seen his son. Coldham and Beverly devised a plan.
They went to one of the information desks and asked to have their son called over the public announcement system. They claimed Fin and they had arrived together, but gone their separate ways. They had agreed to meet at the fountain in front of Chanel at a certain time, but he hadn't come. The lady at the information desk complied and commented on how unreliable kids these days were. Beverly, who worked as a school administrator, couldn't agree more.
After waiting what seemed like ages, Fin approached. He hadn't spied his parents yet, so they thanked the information desk staff, claimed to have seen him and walked away in the other direction.
Coldham had his confirmation Fin wasn't dead. He had mixed feelings. Coldham was glad he wasn't a murderer, but was upset and angry Henry Sanchez had cheated him. If he should ever get his fingers on Mr. Sanchez...
Robertson Brutus a.k.a. Henry Sanchez was laughing all the way to the bank. He was a pick pocket and his job had brought him to the bar. When he overheard Coldham's conversation, he thought he might be able to make a quick buck without doing a lot. Somehow Coldham seemed familiar, but Robertson didn't know from where. The photograph Coldham provided made it clear. Fin and he had met earlier. Robertson had realized Fin had been stealing from him and beat Fin up for it. Later Robertson found out Fin was influential and was lucky his enemy didn't want revenge.
Robertson assumed since Coldham and Fin hadn't been in contact for years, he could easily trick Coldham and Fin wouldn't mind at all.
Robertson had a good memory, so he knew roughly what Fin's body looked like. Based on this and the photograph he had received from Coldham he created his own crime scene. He knew somebody with a similar figure than Fin. The hair color and facial features were different, but with some manipulations Robertson thought he was able to trick Coldham into believing his son had really been shot. It took a little bit of cajoling and bribery to get the other person to play Fin. In the end it paid off.
After his success Robertson avoided all the places he thought both Nooses might went to. He could imagine the older Noose would want to kill him, if he realized his son was still alive, and he didn't want to run into the younger one, because even though Fin had promised not to take revenge, you never knew...
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