Short Story Preview: Unidentified and Unfinished – Nick Horgan
You know why it’s so hard to pull off big crimes and get away cleanly? Because of all the other monkeys involved. There’s a whole list of them, the inside guy, the getaway drivers, the fence, officers on the take, lookouts, false alibis, code-breakers – anyone of these can give you away. The best planned job only needs one undercover cop somewhere in the set-up, or one schmuck who gives himself away buying a Ferrari with cash, to bring the whole thing crashing onto your front lawn.
And if the police can’t catch you there’s insurance investigators and tax inspectors, sticking their beaks in, pokin’ about, “following the money”.
That’s why I work alone.
It’s risk management – with all the CCTV, and camera phones everywhere and the quality of forensics these days – I don’t need the extra aggravation.
Sorry, we haven’t been introduced, I’m Harry, Harry who? – Harry whoever you like – I’m not telling you. I’m very very careful. I’m not in it for the glory, and I don’t need the camaraderie – like I said they’re all monkeys, throwing their crap at each other, sticking their arses out in public, drawing attention to being where they don’t belong.
For me it’s the satisfaction of executing the job, clean and efficient like a bullet train, but untraceable like a fingerprint in a puddle.
I don’t leave clues and I avoid leaving patterns, so nothing leads back to me.
My only weak link is dead, and what do dead men tell? Exactly.
It wasn’t my doing, but it was a rather convenient coincidence. This high-flying investment banker sets me up an offshore account. A month later he’s low-lying, in his grave. …