White Collar Blackmail: White Collar Crime Financial Suspense Thriller by Peter Ralph
Authors: Peter Ralph
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The Homan Ave location that Borchard owned and ran his empire out of was in one of the roughest areas of Chicago. He’d been renting the 40,000 square foot warehouse during the GFC when he found the landlord was having trouble paying his bills. Ever the opportunist, Borchard instructed his lawyers to approach the mortgagor with a low ball offer. It was an old tin shed with cool rooms that served Borchard’s needs to store contraband and stolen goods. He’d spent big dollars modernizing and soundproofing the offices. The warehouse was still the same as the day he bought it except for the signage that bore the name, Refrigerated, Chilled & General Storage Inc. In the early days, there had been a few break-ins but the Serbians had been quick to unleash viciously on the gangs. It hadn’t taken long for them to get the message, and Borchard’s warehouse was the only off-limit premises in the area for the local crims.
When Vaughan got back from the Astor with the disk, Borchard was in the theater that he’d added to the modified offices. He was watching a football game on a huge screen.
“What do you want me to do with this, boss?” he asked.
Borchard hit rewind on the remote. “Take a seat. You’ve never shown any interest in football. I want to bring ya up to speed. After the Hawks kickoff, the Cougars offense will take over. Our friend Cooper is the quarterback; he’ll be the guy two back from the line of scrimmage on the right. He’ll throw, handoff, or, if he gets into trouble, run. The guys on the other side, the Hawks, they’re gonna try and kill him. I don’t understand everything, but it’s a great game.” Borchard laughed. “Oh, and see the fair-haired guy with the headphones on the sidelines, that’s Coach Deacon. The woman’s husband.”
It’s Chad Bennet coming to you from Brook Field. It’s a full house, folks, and Devlin Cooper’s Cougars are taking on the unbeaten Hawks. The Hawks won the toss and deferred so they’ll be kicking off from the South End Zone. The kick is short. Eddie Dalton fields it at the 16. He takes it up across the 20 to the 25, zig-zagging his way back into open field before he’s brought down at the 34 where the Cougars offense will take over.
The Cougars break the huddle and Cooper will take his position behind center for the first time today. Cooper sets the offense, spreads Patterson out wide right. Rogers is in the slot. He goes in motion…the snap…Cooper pitches to Rogers, who takes it to the outside for about 8 yards before getting run out of bounds.
“Dirk, keep your eye on Cooper,” Borchard said. “You’re soon gonna be havin’ a lot to do with him, so ya should know everythin’ you can about how he functions.”
It’s Second and 2. Cougars set in a single back formation. Here’s the snap. Cooper fakes the pitch left, and he keeps it himself on a naked bootleg. He’s got some daylight. He’s at the 40, 45, 50 and out of bounds at the Hawks 47. A great Start for the Cougars
“He’s something, isn’t he?” Borchard said.
“This isn’t football,” Vaughan said. “They handle the ball and throw it.”
“Fuck! I thought you knew the basics. Just watch Cooper.”
First and seven on the Hawks 47. Rogers in motion again, the snap…play action…Cooper drops back and delivers a bullet to Patterson at the 25, who takes it all the way inside the Hawks 10, to the 8. This guy’s arm is something else!!
First and Goal. Cooper pitches to Jordan, who bobbles the pitch, regains control, cuts inside and dives into the end zone. Touchdown Cougars!!!
Devlin Cooper strode from the field and removed his helmet.
“He looks more like a film star than a football player, doesn’t he?” Borchard said.
“Yeah, he’s a pretty boy all right.”
And here comes the Hawks’ defense.
“We don’t wanna watch this shit,” Borchard said, fast forwarding until he saw Cooper leading the Cougars offense back on the
The Homan Ave location that Borchard owned and ran his empire out of was in one of the roughest areas of Chicago. He’d been renting the 40,000 square foot warehouse during the GFC when he found the landlord was having trouble paying his bills. Ever the opportunist, Borchard instructed his lawyers to approach the mortgagor with a low ball offer. It was an old tin shed with cool rooms that served Borchard’s needs to store contraband and stolen goods. He’d spent big dollars modernizing and soundproofing the offices. The warehouse was still the same as the day he bought it except for the signage that bore the name, Refrigerated, Chilled & General Storage Inc. In the early days, there had been a few break-ins but the Serbians had been quick to unleash viciously on the gangs. It hadn’t taken long for them to get the message, and Borchard’s warehouse was the only off-limit premises in the area for the local crims.
When Vaughan got back from the Astor with the disk, Borchard was in the theater that he’d added to the modified offices. He was watching a football game on a huge screen.
“What do you want me to do with this, boss?” he asked.
Borchard hit rewind on the remote. “Take a seat. You’ve never shown any interest in football. I want to bring ya up to speed. After the Hawks kickoff, the Cougars offense will take over. Our friend Cooper is the quarterback; he’ll be the guy two back from the line of scrimmage on the right. He’ll throw, handoff, or, if he gets into trouble, run. The guys on the other side, the Hawks, they’re gonna try and kill him. I don’t understand everything, but it’s a great game.” Borchard laughed. “Oh, and see the fair-haired guy with the headphones on the sidelines, that’s Coach Deacon. The woman’s husband.”
It’s Chad Bennet coming to you from Brook Field. It’s a full house, folks, and Devlin Cooper’s Cougars are taking on the unbeaten Hawks. The Hawks won the toss and deferred so they’ll be kicking off from the South End Zone. The kick is short. Eddie Dalton fields it at the 16. He takes it up across the 20 to the 25, zig-zagging his way back into open field before he’s brought down at the 34 where the Cougars offense will take over.
The Cougars break the huddle and Cooper will take his position behind center for the first time today. Cooper sets the offense, spreads Patterson out wide right. Rogers is in the slot. He goes in motion…the snap…Cooper pitches to Rogers, who takes it to the outside for about 8 yards before getting run out of bounds.
“Dirk, keep your eye on Cooper,” Borchard said. “You’re soon gonna be havin’ a lot to do with him, so ya should know everythin’ you can about how he functions.”
It’s Second and 2. Cougars set in a single back formation. Here’s the snap. Cooper fakes the pitch left, and he keeps it himself on a naked bootleg. He’s got some daylight. He’s at the 40, 45, 50 and out of bounds at the Hawks 47. A great Start for the Cougars
“He’s something, isn’t he?” Borchard said.
“This isn’t football,” Vaughan said. “They handle the ball and throw it.”
“Fuck! I thought you knew the basics. Just watch Cooper.”
First and seven on the Hawks 47. Rogers in motion again, the snap…play action…Cooper drops back and delivers a bullet to Patterson at the 25, who takes it all the way inside the Hawks 10, to the 8. This guy’s arm is something else!!
First and Goal. Cooper pitches to Jordan, who bobbles the pitch, regains control, cuts inside and dives into the end zone. Touchdown Cougars!!!
Devlin Cooper strode from the field and removed his helmet.
“He looks more like a film star than a football player, doesn’t he?” Borchard said.
“Yeah, he’s a pretty boy all right.”
And here comes the Hawks’ defense.
“We don’t wanna watch this shit,” Borchard said, fast forwarding until he saw Cooper leading the Cougars offense back on the
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