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Post by James 'Jim' Moriarty on Mar 11, 2012 12:15:05 GMT
James Moriarty didn't normally target banks. Money was always something for the petty criminals, the boring ones who couldn't think of anything original. Moriarty always had more important tasks on his mind. But he was across the street from the Bank of England, and for once, it was his target. But not because he couldn't think of anything else to do. As much as he didn't want to admit it, he needed the money.
After faking his death and discovering that Sherlock had somehow done the same, he disappeared from London for a while. He couldn't afford to be found by Sherlock, and because he was 'dead', the detective was more dangerous. He'd be able to track Moriarty down without any limitations, no ordinary people hammering him down. Moriarty couldn't take that risk.
He'd entrusted his criminal network to Sebastian, which was effective for a while. But eventually the good colonel lost his way, and all the years of work Moriarty had built up began to crumble. So he finally returned and took charge again, but he was late. Now he was backing fewer crimes than normal. He needed money to get back in business.
Adjusting his sunglasses and cap, he headed across the street and into the bank. He popped a piece of chewing gum in his mouth, cool as a cucumber.
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Post by Jeanette Simmons on Mar 11, 2012 12:30:15 GMT
Jeanette was talking to a policemen and the bank owner about her father. The policeman asked her if she had ever noticed her father being secretive about anything. Jeanette replied that he was always secretive, so she had no idea. Then the door opened. Jeanette, being as always nosy, looked over her shoulder. Looking the person over for a moment, she looked back to the policeman and the bank owner.
"Well, why not try my old house?" Jeanette suggested. "He could have hidden it there." she told the bank owner, who looked somewhat a bit more relaxed now.
The policeman nodded. "Well, that is one of the more likely places, but he must have worked with a criminal to have more that 10 000 grand, so perhaps someone else already took it. But it is worth a try. Perhaps you'd like to show us it, say next week?"
Jeanette nodded. "Okay, call me with a day." the policeman nodded too and left the bank. Jeanette turned to one of the bank workers and asked for 4 000 out of her account. She waited patiently, and finally the bank worker gave it to her. The bank owner tapped Jeanette's shoulder before she left. "hey, I just wanted to ask; was your dad ever involved in any criminal activities except this before he died?" she asked. Jeanette shook her head, and turned away. "Not that I know of."
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Post by James 'Jim' Moriarty on Mar 11, 2012 16:11:58 GMT
Moriarty looked around as he came in. Not an awful lot of security, though the vaults will be tougher to get into. But he was troubled by the sight of a policeman talking with two people. Why were they here? Then he noticed the woman looking at him. Nosy. But then, he picked up part of her conversation, which got him curious. He went close enough to hear what they were saying without appearing to be listening.
So her dad had robbed this place? Maybe it was one of his people. He did have a client once who wanted money from here, but Moriarty couldn't remember the name of the agent he had got to do it. But it didn't matter. The money had been given to clients, used to buy equipment, or hidden away where no one would find it.
Though if it had been this girl's father, he'd want to know. It was obvious that they were planning a search. If there were any loose ends or leads that could tell them where to look, it wouldn't do well for his operation. Now he'd have to think of an excuse to talk to this girl. Thinking quickly, he took a twenty pound note from his wallet and tapped her on the shoulder. "Excuse me, you dropped this," he said, handing it out to her.
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Post by Jeanette Simmons on Mar 11, 2012 16:47:21 GMT
Hmm, Jeanette thought as she started to head for the door I wonder if my dad really was involved in any more crimes apart from this one.
She certainly wouldn't put it past him. She didn't notice the guy who she had been watching earlier go up to her.
Jeanette looked at the guy as he spoke, noticing him now. "Oh, thanks." she said, taking the note and putting it in her purse, which she then put back in her bag.
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Post by James 'Jim' Moriarty on Mar 11, 2012 17:01:22 GMT
"You're welcome," Moriarty said. Now what? He'd have to strike up a conversation..."What's your name?" he asked, going for the most obvious thing.
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Post by Jeanette Simmons on Mar 11, 2012 17:03:51 GMT
"Jeanette." she replied. "And you?" something told Jeanette that he had overheard the conversation about her dad. After all, she had noticed he'd been a bit too close. Then again, he could have been heading to one of the workers. She couldn't be sure.
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Post by James 'Jim' Moriarty on Mar 11, 2012 17:12:41 GMT
"Jim," Moriarty answered. "So what brings you in here?"
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Post by Jeanette Simmons on Mar 11, 2012 17:14:42 GMT
"The bank owner called me in to talk about my dad robbing this place, and when I got here a policeman was here, so I told him what I know." Jeanette explained, carefully.
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Post by James 'Jim' Moriarty on Mar 11, 2012 17:20:42 GMT
Moriarty raised his eyebrows, pretending to be shocked. Not that it would be easily seen through his shades, but oh well. "Your dad robbed this place? When?"
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Post by Jeanette Simmons on Mar 11, 2012 17:22:15 GMT
"Before he died...one and a half years ago." Jeanette told him. She tucked a bit of hair neatly behind her ear.
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Post by James 'Jim' Moriarty on Mar 11, 2012 17:27:11 GMT
One and a half years ago...yes, that roughly sounded like when he had had the robbery performed. "Hm, I think I saw that in the papers," he played along. "What was his name again...?"
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Post by Jeanette Simmons on Mar 11, 2012 17:28:52 GMT
"Ben Simmons." Jeanette replied easily. She suddenly remembered; yes, Ben Simmons had been mentioned in the papers...but she didn't see the picture, she had seen the headline and had been uninterested. Whoops.
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Post by James 'Jim' Moriarty on Mar 11, 2012 17:36:48 GMT
That was it. That was the man Moriarty had got to do it. Now he'd have to make sure there was no evidence leading to him. Perhaps this hadn't been the best time to rob the bank himself. "So what are you doing about it?" he asked.
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Post by Jeanette Simmons on Mar 11, 2012 18:17:52 GMT
Jeanette shrugged a bit. "Look around my old family house for evidence..I'll check my stuff as well, just in case.." she said.
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Post by James 'Jim' Moriarty on Mar 11, 2012 18:54:58 GMT
Moriarty saw his opportunity, and took it. "I could help with that, if you want," he said. "I've done quite a bit of investigative work before."
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