The lad gave me a long and boring boilerplate message about some dead relative of mine, so I probed a bit.I'm happy to comply for the time being. My name is River Quincey Morris, I'm 26 years old, I'm a private consultant, and I'm currently staying at the Korea Club in the West End of London just off St. James'. I'm afraid I recently lost my phone due to circumstances outside my control. I am glad to conduct business with you via email, but if you absolutely need to call me you should get hold of the front desk and have them take a message for me.
I was unaware James had died. Last anyone heard from him he was traveling to the Balkans on a business trip. Do you have any information on how he died?
The lad also gave me a hilarious looking death certificate which said poor Uncle James died in Lagos. Apparently James had a car crash, a hemorrhage of some kind, and also cardio-respiratory arrest. Yikes. The lad then asked for my bank account information, but Miss Quincey wasn't ready to call it quits just yet.Am in receipt of your email and if you could go back to my first mail to you ...you will find out that have been trying and doing my best in locating any members of his family but all to na avail until I decided to trace his last name till get to you.
But I tell you now that all this questions are not revalant now cause I have already presented you to the bank as the sole beneficiary of late James O Morris's fund.
Yes ..he died 4 years ago ..but his fund was established and brought forward to remit to his relative last two years in 2020 during the covid 19 lockdown.
He just sent me the same email again, so I did the same thing. He eventually gave up asking for my bank account and offered to mail me a cheque for the $2.5. I agreed, gave him a fake mailing address, and told him to address it to "Quincey" so the front desk at the Korea Club (also a fake place) would know who to give it to.You'll get your information when I get mine. I'm waiting for the paperwork to arrive at the Club, but I haven't gotten it yet. There's also a small matter regarding James' death that I'd like to clear up. What was he doing in Nigeria?
While all of this business about the death and the cheque was happening, one of the lad's associates (I'm not sure if it was a second person or just a second email account) was trying to bully me into replying faster. I decided to play the sympathy card, and insert a little Mina into the business to throw him off his game.
I apologize for not writing sooner, but a sad blow has befallen me. Mr. Hawkins died very suddenly. Some may not think it so sad for me, but Jonathan and I had both come to love him so much that it really seems as though I had lost a father. The dear old man's death is a real blow to me. Jonathan will be greatly distressed when he returns - all the more so when he learns that at the end Mr. Hawkins treated him like his own son and left him a fortune which, to people of our modest upbringing, is wealth beyond the dream of avarice. Forgive me if I worry you with my troubles in the midst of your own busy life, but I must tell someone, for the strain of keeping up a brave and cheerful appearance tries me, and I have no one here that I can confide in. I dread coming up to London, as we must do that day after tomorrow, for poor Mr. Hawkins left in his will that he was to be buried in the grave with his father. As there are no relations at all, I will have to be the chief mourner. Forgive me for troubling you.
Unfortunately, you made not mention of our transaction. Perhaps I will proceed to cancel your payment allocation order as unclaimed.
Of course I didn't make mention of our transaction! A family friend just passed away. Have you no sympathy?
Don’t take it hard on me I was under pressure when I drop the email. I am so sorry for your loss. My thoughts and prayers are with you. My sincere condolences to you and your family. We at the Directorate of International Payment Office wants to what to tell the Eco Bank Ghana Ltd., either if they should continue with your transaction or you need time to get things done as regards to your late friend burial arrangements.
Apologies for the brevity, as I'm writing this on the train to Exeter. The service was simple and solemn. There was only myself and Mr. Hawkins' personal servants there, one or two old friends of his from Exeter, his London agent, and a gentleman representing the Incorporated Law Society. I stood alone and felt as though the roof had been torn from my world. After the service, I took a cab to the Berkeley Hotel and visited the doctor. I gave him the few papers relating to the matter that I could find. Mr. Hawkins never let me tidy his office, and I wish he had, because it was in terrible disorder and I'm quite sure many of the important documents are misplaced or even missing. Nonetheless, there had to be something in those letters, because the doctor exclaimed "Mein Gott" twice as he read them.
This second lad backed off for a while, but later asked me to contact a third lad named Peter van Gemert. Wait a minute, I think I can use this...I thank God Almighty for a successful burial of Mr. Hawkins. May the almighty Lord grant his soul eternal peace in Jesus name Amen.
He tried to ignore my question, but I kept pushing.By the way, are you by chance related to Mr. Abraham van Gemert? I can't imagine there are too many people with your last name.
Not at all, Mr. Abraham van Gemert is not related to me. I am a Dutch and English.
It can't be a coincidence. Abraham van Gemert is Dutch as well!
Yeah, we shared the same surname. Did you receive my second email today?
This is as far as I've gotten with the lads so far. None of the lads (assuming it's more than one) have caught on to what I'm doing yet, so I think I'll get more blatant. Maybe "Uncle James" will show up in London and start haunting playgrounds like "The Bloofer Lady". I'm open for suggestions, of courseYes, I see you've sent the documents, thank you. However, I don't think you understand. Mr. Abraham van Gemert (M.D., D. Ph., D. Lit., etc.) is the man who helped me with the paperwork after Mr. Hawkins' funeral. This must be fate!