so much younger than her – nine
years. She feared that he would wake up one day and realize how young he was, how much living he should do before settling down. She didn’t want to fetter him as her ex-fiancé had
fettered her. She never wanted him to feel trapped and unable to breathe the way she had once felt with her ex.
‘I do love you, Pav,’ she said, feeling suddenly incredibly choked up. ‘It’s not that I don’t.’
‘I know,’ he said, and nodded slowly. ‘But this is the last time I will be rejected, Violet. I won’t ask you again.’
He turned then and smiled at her and kissed her forehead. ‘Come on, let’s go home. It’s my turn to cook.’ He held out his large hand for her to take and though the
gesture was full of love and warmth, she felt suddenly chilled from the inside out.
Chapter 8
The
Daily Trumpet
would like to apologize to Mrs Bunty Smith for an entry which appeared on Monday’s page three. We did, of course, mean that Mrs Smith was
one of Asda’s most popular ex-workers, not that she was one of Asda’s most popular sex workers. We do apologize to Mrs Smith for any distress caused and to Asda Barnsley for all the
resulting nuisance phone calls.
Chapter 9
The first thing Eve did when she got home was fire up her computer to google the name Jacques Glace again. It was a pretty distinctive name – or so she thought, but so
far she hadn’t found any trace of him. Apart from a whole host of restaurants picking up the ‘glace’ word, and a lot of French entries, there was also a huge Canadian company
which took up pages. She widened the net slightly and typed in ‘UK’ with as much success. There was a Jean-Jacques Glace, a decorated war veteran with one leg, and if there was one
thing Eve was definite about it was that Jolly Jacques wasn’t brave military material. Plus he had two legs, which ruled him out. There were lots of references to Glace Bay in Nova Scotia but
nothing about a large oaf with a ‘French bottom half’.
Then she struck gold. Or rather glass.
She tried the alternative spelling ‘Jack Glass’. She found a Jack Glass in Barnsley born in 1826. Then an article archived in the
Weekly Bugle
from eight years ago:
PENSIONER ROBBED OF LIFE SAVINGS BY ‘MAJOR’ CON MAN
A Leeds pensioner was conned out of her £40,000 life savings by a man claiming to be a long-lost relative of her deceased son. The pensioner, who asked not to be
named, said the man claimed to be an army major who was stationed with her son before his untimely death.
Mrs X was living alone and recovering from cancer when the man, who called himself Major Jack Glasshoughton, made contact. ‘He said he had fallen on hard times after being
honourably discharged from the army and that my son and he had planned to go into business together. I wanted to honour my son’s promise to this man,’ she said.
Mrs X gave ‘The Major’ eight instalments of £5,000 in cash, which he promised to return with interest. ‘I thought I was dealing with a man of honour, like my
son,’ she said. ‘I’m going to lose my house because of this now.’
Det Sgt Piers Clemit from West Yorkshire police said that con men were well practised at choosing potential targets and often worked to befriend victims who were isolated and
alone.
‘From investigations that I’ve carried out, it appears that a man of this description has conned at least two other fragile pensioners. He has gained admittance to their homes
pretending to be a policeman and a gas engineer and taken money and jewellery worth over £6,000.
‘The ideal victims that they go for will be people who live in a community but are effectively on their own,’ said Det Sgt Clemit. ‘They are expert at saying what the
victims want to hear. They target areas where there are small houses and bungalows that show telltale signs such as hand-rails, uncleared gutters and unkempt gardens, which are all indications
that the property
years. She feared that he would wake up one day and realize how young he was, how much living he should do before settling down. She didn’t want to fetter him as her ex-fiancé had
fettered her. She never wanted him to feel trapped and unable to breathe the way she had once felt with her ex.
‘I do love you, Pav,’ she said, feeling suddenly incredibly choked up. ‘It’s not that I don’t.’
‘I know,’ he said, and nodded slowly. ‘But this is the last time I will be rejected, Violet. I won’t ask you again.’
He turned then and smiled at her and kissed her forehead. ‘Come on, let’s go home. It’s my turn to cook.’ He held out his large hand for her to take and though the
gesture was full of love and warmth, she felt suddenly chilled from the inside out.
Chapter 8
The
Daily Trumpet
would like to apologize to Mrs Bunty Smith for an entry which appeared on Monday’s page three. We did, of course, mean that Mrs Smith was
one of Asda’s most popular ex-workers, not that she was one of Asda’s most popular sex workers. We do apologize to Mrs Smith for any distress caused and to Asda Barnsley for all the
resulting nuisance phone calls.
Chapter 9
The first thing Eve did when she got home was fire up her computer to google the name Jacques Glace again. It was a pretty distinctive name – or so she thought, but so
far she hadn’t found any trace of him. Apart from a whole host of restaurants picking up the ‘glace’ word, and a lot of French entries, there was also a huge Canadian company
which took up pages. She widened the net slightly and typed in ‘UK’ with as much success. There was a Jean-Jacques Glace, a decorated war veteran with one leg, and if there was one
thing Eve was definite about it was that Jolly Jacques wasn’t brave military material. Plus he had two legs, which ruled him out. There were lots of references to Glace Bay in Nova Scotia but
nothing about a large oaf with a ‘French bottom half’.
Then she struck gold. Or rather glass.
She tried the alternative spelling ‘Jack Glass’. She found a Jack Glass in Barnsley born in 1826. Then an article archived in the
Weekly Bugle
from eight years ago:
PENSIONER ROBBED OF LIFE SAVINGS BY ‘MAJOR’ CON MAN
A Leeds pensioner was conned out of her £40,000 life savings by a man claiming to be a long-lost relative of her deceased son. The pensioner, who asked not to be
named, said the man claimed to be an army major who was stationed with her son before his untimely death.
Mrs X was living alone and recovering from cancer when the man, who called himself Major Jack Glasshoughton, made contact. ‘He said he had fallen on hard times after being
honourably discharged from the army and that my son and he had planned to go into business together. I wanted to honour my son’s promise to this man,’ she said.
Mrs X gave ‘The Major’ eight instalments of £5,000 in cash, which he promised to return with interest. ‘I thought I was dealing with a man of honour, like my
son,’ she said. ‘I’m going to lose my house because of this now.’
Det Sgt Piers Clemit from West Yorkshire police said that con men were well practised at choosing potential targets and often worked to befriend victims who were isolated and
alone.
‘From investigations that I’ve carried out, it appears that a man of this description has conned at least two other fragile pensioners. He has gained admittance to their homes
pretending to be a policeman and a gas engineer and taken money and jewellery worth over £6,000.
‘The ideal victims that they go for will be people who live in a community but are effectively on their own,’ said Det Sgt Clemit. ‘They are expert at saying what the
victims want to hear. They target areas where there are small houses and bungalows that show telltale signs such as hand-rails, uncleared gutters and unkempt gardens, which are all indications
that the property
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