Chapter Twelve
In his comfortable suite overlooking the garden, Andy stood in his dressing gown and watched Kate hurry across the lawn and turn into the courtyard. She had a smug look on her face as she headed to her writing class.
He sighed, for he wasn’t feeling quite as bright and cheerful as his bedfellow.
Andy couldn’t be bothered to dress and the thought of a morning’s tutorial did nothing for his mood.
He was bored rigid by the poker-faced teacher and already tired of pretending that he enjoyed penning pointless tales whilst discovering his creative self.
Unlike Kate, who’d blossomed since she’d been at Boomerville and was enjoying all that was on offer.
He thought how effortless it all was for people with money to spare.
With an abundance of pleasures at their fingertips, they could embrace whatever took their fancy.
But he had to work hard for whatever he got.
It wasn’t easy pandering to the attention of a demanding woman, even one as lovely as Kate.
When they made love, he was spurred on by the thought of her bank account and the only assets he was really interested in were her savings.
The sooner they got a room together, the sooner he could start to delve into her private affairs, for he was keen to be off to warmer climes.
Andy never liked to stay in one place for long and the one and only time that he’d been caught for his underhand behaviour was when he’d become too comfortable in a relationship and landed up in jail.
But three years for robbery at HM Prison, Pentonville had advantages.
His cellmate, who’d been convicted of fraud at a major bank, had been a font of knowledge when it came to hacking and had taught Andy the finer details of computer scamming.
A quick leaner, Andy honed skills in jail that had been invaluable and now he had the ability to hack into most things and disperse the contents into a web of untraceable accounts, all registered to fictitious names that ultimately flowed back to him.
He was anxious to get access to Kate’s laptop.
It was the perfect time to dig deep into her accounts, while she was engrossed in her new environment and oblivious to the realities of life.
Andy puffed on a cigar and wondered what he would do to pass the day.
Kate wouldn’t come up for air once she started writing.
She’d told him that she’d begun a novel which seemed to be writing itself and all she had to do was turn up to the page and the words came tumbling out.
Perhaps he should join another class, widen his scope and see what else was on offer at Boomerville?
There were plenty of well-heeled guests who might easily be blackmailed into parting with some cash.
He blew rings of smoke out of the window and considered his options. The crazy artist hadn’t a bean but the wealthy old brothers were sitting ducks. There must be a scam he could pull. The flashy gay was no dumb bunny and Andy got a bad vibe when he was around.
He’d need to keep Bob at arm’s length.
Andy yawned and contemplated breakfast. He decided to shower and dress then wander down for a bite to eat.
Kate wore him out and he needed to conserve his energy.
A day perusing the papers was in order and he’d watch the world go by as he sussed out his fellow guests.
Perhaps he’d check out the weather in the Caribbean.
It was turning cold here and Andy planned to be financially replenished and heading off before winter really kicked in.
Stubbing his cigar out on a saucer, he flicked the butt out of the window to join the collection on the roof below and stared at the watery-blue sky where wispy vapour trailed from the engines of a high-flying jet.
He imagined sitting in a first-class seat. I’ll be on that plane soon, he thought and watched the soaring giant head high in the sky, far away from the fells below.
With a smile, Andy turned to begin preparations for his next victim.