I got an e-mail from someone who wanted help with placing forty-six million dollars. Everyone knows that these types of letters are scams. When I got this message in my mail box, I found, however, that it would be interesting to follow up on it. I had previously been in contact with a person who has been in the country, so why not lift the handset.

I was so curious and rang Mrs. Kargbo at one of the designated phone numbers. The phone line was not very good, but the woman in Sierra Leone spoke fine English. She seemed to be very happy that I took the trouble to call to Africa. We quickly agreed to meet in London, she would get there next week. I would in any case to London to a data conference.

Strange are the ways of the Lord, or whatever it's called. Mrs. Kargbo, Naimee, and I ate a delicious dinner in the hotel's dining room. She was very pleasant and urbane, Naimee. Actually, I felt a certain Sir Randolph, could it possibly be the same man? A typical English gentleman with drooping ginger colored mustache?

We eventually agreed that it could be the same man. Why could not just call him Naimee, e-mail him or maybe write a letter? The thing was that this sir Randolph seemed to be missing from the face of the Earth.

Although the flight time was about ten hours was at only half past eleven when we arrived. Our Boeing 777ER to Johannesburg was comfortable and the flight attendants in their typical Singaporean uniforms took good care of me. Where did I change the flight, despite the advertisements promised direct flights. At Cape Town International Airport I was met by a big smile and an embrace. Naimee was now greeted me like an old friend that she has not seen in a long time.

She, Anneli, had been a bit puzzling when I met her in Singapore. Always nice, but even though she told me a lot about herself, it was never anything that revealed about what she really did. Her story that she was in the real estate industry had never been quite convincing.

"And what have you inside the blouse, Ruth? OK, your name is not Ruth, Mrs. Kargbo. But in any case, it looks to be something dirty. Is it to have dug up a treasure or something? "says Anneli with a clever smile.

"I'd like to meet your hacker," she said after a moment.

Sir Randolph talks about his experiences since we met last. It was in Mossel Bay, the pleasant little town on South Africa's East Coast.

In Sharjah, which in many places in this continent, it is so shown arranged to almost all banks are located on the same street. On other streets, there may be car rental company, computer resellers, etc. We would visit a bank at Al Burj Road, the bank Street in Sharjah.

Bernard had enormous problems to identify Paul. The difficulty with this type of financial sharks was that maybe they were completely legal and only take advantage of the opportunities that exist. Getting rich is not a crime.

We walk back to our hotel without difficulty and gather together in my room to sum up the night's games. All except Anneli, she did not respond to any phone call. I sent a text message to her and then we broke off and went to bed. I threw the lustful look on Naimee, my idea was to crawl into bed with her.

Bernard calls from his Data Center somewhere. It is very rare that he will contact over the phone, it's usually enough with an email or chat.

Returned to the hotel, we have a meeting about how we move forward. One of the brokerage firms called Mosselbaai Traiding. Judging by the name, it might be some connection to South Africa. Moreover, there was an American agent in the picture, B & H International Investment Advisor.

We did not succeed particularly well to get Gunner Agbosch to relinquish some diamonds. Number two on the list was the mysterious Bibi Hammermann. An employment officer in the United States? How could it be? The third on the list, Paul "the monkey" Anolodimitrakis wanted to we love to meet, but he was one of us, unknown location.

Naimee sent Randolph to Sierra Leone, a land he knows, and now was his job to research the background when it came to the dodgy mining operations. It could very well be that the Agbosch were in there somewhere. Maybe he thought it was his diamonds Naimee trying to recover. He could feel robbed by the Governor of Sierra Leone, perhaps.

He Jin had booked me on a new meeting with investors that evening. The meeting was completely disinteresting but when I walked home to my hotel stopped a silver Rolls Royce at the curb, the back door was opened and a raspy voice with a South African accent invited me to take place there.

"Good evening mister Jones", greeted me from the leather back seat

It comes an email from Naimee, she has located Anneli to Helsinki. Not so strange, she was probably in spite of everything from Finland. Naimee think it is time that we confront Anneli to get anywhere.

It was early morning in Helsinki and very cold. Not the raw wet chill that I could recognize from home Scotland, has many minus degrees and a nascent wind. It was instead the sharp cold that bit into my cheeks as soon as I left the foyer of the hotel. It was a difference of 60-70 degrees like that compared to a few days earlier at the equator.

In Sharjah, which in many places in this continent, it is so shown arranged to almost all banks are located on the same street. On other streets, there may be car rental company, computer resellers, etc. We would visit a bank at Al Burj Road, the bank Street in Sharjah.

We looked out further implicated, a British citizen, that is to say Sir Randolph, the man with the ginger colored slosh. Not unexpectedly, he was at the bar, sipping on something that looked like ginger ale but that was probably a slightly stronger flavor, made in the Scottish Highlands.