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    Gold Digger: DI Ivor Gunn, #5
    Gold Digger: DI Ivor Gunn, #5
    Gold Digger: DI Ivor Gunn, #5
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    Gold Digger: DI Ivor Gunn, #5

    By Laura E Simms

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    Rose-Anna call me "Rose Rabin thinks  it's just an ordinary Saturday as she sets out for work but how wrong can she be?

     

    And exactly what is wrong with her friend Gabrielle?

    Rose-Anna's life is about to change. Will she survive?

     

    DI Gunn returns in this tale of betrayal.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherLaura E Simms
    Release dateNov 20, 2013
    ISBN9781497778603
    Gold Digger: DI Ivor Gunn, #5
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    Laura E Simms

    Laura E Simms is a disabled author. She has the condition Cerebral Palsy. She has had a dream to write books since she was 6 years old.  She is now living that dream.   She would like awareness to be raised of disability in general.    Laura was born in 1987, in Tamworth near Birmingham, UK. She enjoys theatre and going to the cinema 

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      Gold Digger - Laura E Simms

      For Nathan Parker

      17 years, my friend. Can you believe it?

      The man with the heart of gold. The man whose knowledge of war and history dwarfs even my old history teacher and I didn’t think that was possible.

      We’ve been through our rough times, but we weathered the storms. I know you’re there if I need you at any point.

      You’ve literally told me 100 times if not more. But if you weren’t your literal self, you wouldn’t be you. So don’t ever change for anyone.

      You are unique. You have stuck with me through thick and thin.

      I just want you to know though there’s not a day goes by, when I regret sitting under that table with you, on a Friday evening in October 1996.

      You tell me you don’t remember. That doesn’t surprise me. But I do and believe me it’s true.

      The simplest things can be life-changing.

      Let me reminisce however briefly upon one performance we gave, which has stuck with me over the years and is in my opinion your best role, for the simple reason it sent shivers down my spine then and still does now.

      ––––––––

      To Sara Buck

      I used to think you didn’t want to be in my head or in my dreams, but now I’m not sure I want to be in yours.

      This is the idea you gave me, though I’m not sure you intended it to be written this way, but we shall see.

      Glossary and Definitions

      The term Gold Digger is a slang phrase used to describe a greedy person. This is typically a woman and has become a stereotype. The modus operandi is to date and marry a wealthy person, with the sole intention of exploiting their fortune. 

      Prologue

      Mid July 2043

      She wrote a note and then crossed it out again. The silver Parker pen in her hand trembled. Her advertisement had been answered with several applications.

      A few looked promising. But this posed a problem. A decision had to be made. There were so many candidates that might fit, though not perfectly.

      She dropped half of the application forms on the floor with a loud slithering sound.

      Fuck!

      There was a knock on the door and he came in. Her guardian angel, so to speak. No, they weren’t lovers. Not now at least. It had been a teenage crush, but that was all it had ever been.

      He was unavailable now anyway. That might not have stopped most people, but it stopped her.

      Let me do it he said patiently.

      I’m perfectly capable of...

      But you’re not though are you? he said gently.

      She didn’t take offence. He hadn’t meant it to be. He bent down and gathered the papers together.

      Still going ahead then? he asked, glancing down.

      Yep she replied. Don’t start she added wearily before he could interrupt.

      I wasn’t going to. There’d be no point

      The sigh in his voice was evident. They had obviously had this argument many times before, whatever it was about. She moved away from the desk and gestured.

      What? he looked confused.

      I thought you might have needed something. You came in

      I heard you drop all that shit he said carefully.

      Right the tone that answered was dull. He knew he needed to cheer her up or he would not get another civil word out of her that day.

      Cup of tea? he asked. It’s nearly time for your medication

      I better had then and a piece of cake or something

      You need more than cake. You’ll throw up. You know they erode your stomach lining if you don’t eat first. Did you go to the doctor?

      Yes why?

      "I take it you had your liver and kidney function tests.

      Yeah they’re fine. Stop worrying 

      I’ll get your lunch then

      She was barely back at her project for 10 minutes before he was back carrying a plateful of food. She had to admit it looked good. He put down the cup.

      I’ll leave you to it then he said. I’m listening to music if need me

      That pop rubbish?

      He stuck his tongue out and she grinned. He moved towards the door and reached for the handle.

      Wayne? he looked back. Thanks she said.

      What are friends for?

      Listen. When are you going back?

      Why? Am I outstaying my welcome? he looked worried, but winked.

      No. I’m just curious she grinned.

      Well things still aren’t going too well between me and...

      Say no more. Stay as long as you like

      She watched thoughtfully as he exited. She circled one set of information with her red pen. Then she pulled her laptop towards her.

      She loaded the Internet browser and in a pecking motion typed a query into Google.

      The search was fast. Tenths of seconds if that. This sort of search should be illegal and probably was. The best spying weapons were the Internet and the phone book. People didn’t seem to realise this however.

      Look in the phone book and not only could you find someone’s name, but also their address and landline phone number.

      A quick search of Facebook brought up the profile she was looking for. The person’s profile page wasn’t privacy protected.

      She found all the information within seconds.

      She logged into her own e-mail account and sent a message.

      Target Acquired

      Gold Digger

      The reply came back almost instantly.

      Who?

      See attached document.

      CV.doc

      Gold Digger

      When?

      Wait a few months

      Let me get close

      Gold Digger

      Discussion of payment pending.

      On completion. Not before. No negotiation.

      Gold Digger

      The stream of communication stopped. It was all arranged then. She erased the computer’s history, it would not do to have that found if the computer was found or searched.

      She sat back her fingers stiff, her energy zapped, but a huge smile on her face. All she had to do was sit back, wait for things to go to hell and then there would be a huge payday. 

      Chapter One

      Three months later

      Rose-Anna Rabin would never forget this Saturday in late November as long as she lived, and unless she played her cards right, that wouldn’t be long.

      Not that at this point in proceedings she knew this, as she got ready for work in front of her bedroom mirror.

      She studied her reflection. She was 23 years old and she looked at least 10 years older. It was worry she supposed, or the stress of holding down three jobs.

      The most recent of which was at the bank. She was also worried about Gabrielle. She’d gone to the cinema with her and Gabrielle had seemed distracted.

      But she couldn’t afford to worry about that now. She was running late again. She would figure out what to do about Gabrielle later.

      She wasn’t sure she’d be staying at the bank much longer. It wasn’t that it was beneath her. Far from it, but she was a cashier, treated like shit and generally trod upon. 

      She was thinking of reporting the manager for sexual harassment. His behaviour was something like the cinema manager’s treatment of Joan Trotter in the prequel to Only Fools and Horses, Rock n Chips. 

      However they were not now in the 1960s and she didn’t have to put up with it. Her rights as a woman had changed.

      Brushing herself down one last time, she descended the stairs. Her sister Elizabeth-Ellen, older than her by a year or two sprawled on the sofa.

      Rose-Anna hadn’t heard the doorbell ring. Elizabeth-Ellen lived with her fiancé. She would marry him this coming February.

      It was a little cheesy to get married on Valentine’s Day. Elizabeth-Ellen looked up at Rose-Anna’s entrance.

      I’m going to need your measurements and don’t lie, Rose. If it doesn’t fit tough shit, you’re wearing it

      Would I? Do I have to do it now? I’m late for work

      Tomorrow’s fine

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