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It is universally acknowledged that a good person in possession of a small or large fortune will often be parted from it.There is a spine-chilling resemblance to the praying mantis in human behaviour. The mantis waits for its prey, then quickly dispatches it. The female often eats its mate during or after copulation in sexual cannibalism. Humans don't eat each other but devour through envy, greed, blackmail and extortion. Either sex, like the mantis, preys. This book is classed as fiction but the human interaction is taken from real life experiences. Hatred, seeking revenge, is dramatised.You will see how incidents play out. Anybody could be standing innocently on the edge of a pending disaster not realising it. Your partner could have designs you never dreamt off. Don't be a victim. Protect your mind body and soul not forgetting your wallet. If you get wounded you will live with it forever.William Evans, now under 'witness protection' arrives in Sydney, Australia, as John Williams. He reads a warning but pays no heed becoming welcome bait for the mantis syndrome.Nothing is sacred when the syndrome has you in sight. It's usually too late. What's left of your carcass is fought over by lawyers, accountants and bank managers. All want their pound of any remaining flesh becoming richer at your expense.John Williams still believed in honour. His word is his bond often sealed with a hand shake. I suggest in today's cyber digital world Honour is a relic of ages past. Somebody always wants what you have.Don't become a victim of the Syndrome. Note the warning signs. Learn how to interpret them. A mantis could be sat beside you on a flight, or where you work, at a party, or a recent lover plotting to entrap you. Once snared you are doomed. Don't let it happen. Read on to protect yourself.Life is short. A mantis will make it seem an eternity.

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Date de parution	18 août 2018
Nombre de lectures	0
EAN13	9781843965183
Langue	English

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THE
MANTIS
SYNDROME

William Evans

SMALL ARMS PRESS
Contents

Cover
Copyright Credits
Title Page
Introduction: Death s Double Dip
Chapter 1: Interarms
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Introduction

I was totally astounded but now in shock. John Williams was not only a fraud but a cold blooded killer. He had the body of one man but there were two different souls inside it. There is an explosive mixture of the deadly sins. These are toxic covering envy, greed, with blackmail. Hate corrodes the mind and body culminating often in a terminal disease. With his original fortune could bankruptcy be possible or was it abluff? I ve heard it said that the biggest foe in life can reside in your own family. Scratch the surface of love and respect then you might find, in your midst, your deadliest enemy. Act swiftly before you are harmed. He warns of the telltale signs you might be oblivious too.
You ignore these at your own peril. Being forewarned you can avoid entrapment. Look carefully before you leap into anything concerning money. It can quickly turn into the root of all evil. You could right now, not recognising the trends, be standing on the brink of disaster. William Evans, Aka John Anthony Williams, as you will discover, fell into every well-laid trap. I have slowly uncovered these facts. Don t ever say you have not been warned of what may be awaiting you. Avoid the carnage by seizing the initiative side stepping the blunders he blindly stumbled into believing people were inherently honest. You can from this exposé avoid them thus retaining your sanity, and wealth.
I had known John Williams for well over twenty years. His friends, excluding his wife, called him Jaws, from his initials of John Anthony Williams, which was on his death certificate. He was possibly the only person who had died before, then resurrecting himself, to have two funerals. Now I wondered if this, the second time, he was actually in the now cremated coffin. At his I assumed, final funeral, his wife Queenie asked a favour. She had boxes of Jaw s papers. Would I go through them to see if there was anything important before they were discarded or filed away for safekeeping? In a moment of weakness, I agreed.
All the boxes, which had been locked in his partner s desk drawers, were white except for one. The red box was from his personal safe in the house. Queenie, Jaw s nickname for his wife, had no idea what was in any of these boxes. The deeds of the house with his will were held by the family lawyer. In her opinion, boxes could only contain private papers to do with business that she could only entrust to a long time business associate and family friend, which became me.
Ten white with one red box arrived early one morning at my Sydney home. The white boxes were numbered one to ten. Being semi-retired going through Jaw s papers would be interesting sifting through a life I thought I knew. There might be some of the contracts he made on the money market and stock exchange. I was in for a dramatic surprise. We originally met when he took financial options on the Australian dollar and adding share trading later.
As a financial consultant, he often traded through me. Red, being my favourite colour, was the first box I opened. Spreading the contents over my large partner s desk I had two birth certificates with three photocopied passports being one current passport plus one cancelled British and one current Australian. In addition was a commission in UK land forces, the Royal Norfolk Regiment, signed by the Queen in the name of William Evans.
I started sorting these by putting the two birth certificates apart. One recorded the birth of William Evans the other John Anthony Williams. I placed the following with the William Evans certificate as they were in the same name. The out of date British passport had only two countries visited being Israel and South Africa. One death certificate dated in 1988 was for William Evans with another attached to it for Mrs Penelope Williams known as Pippa. Both were deceased on the same day with copies of their death notices from the Times and Telegraph attached. Completing the pile, on parchment was an original Queen s commission. All these documents were only relevant to William Evans.
On the John Williams certificate, I placed photocopies of his current British and Australian passports. There was something distinctly similar between the excellent coloured photographs of the Australia and British passports with the out of date William Evans British passport being black and white. They were, taking into account an age difference, disturbingly alike. All these passports had been surrendered to his trustee in bankruptcy hence the photocopies. There was an Australian citizenship certificate, two marriage certificates, plus one divorce decree in the name of John Anthony Williams.
In the middle of the piles, I placed a small key numbered 113, which had a red tag reading National. This more than likely opened a safe deposit box. Why were there two British passports with almost identical photo identities in different names? I decided to call Queenie. She picked up the phone after a long delay;
Hi, Queenie its Bruce. I got the boxes earlier today and started on the red one. Do you know anything about a small key numbered 113?
After, obviously thinking about it, she replied;
When we lived in Sydney I think he had a safe deposit box. Do you think that might be it?
Yes, that s what it looks like. Do you know where the deposit box was held?
I m fairly sure it was at the National Australia Bank (NAB) on Pitt Street.
If you don t mind, with your permission, I ll try it tomorrow morning.
Help yourself, Bruce.
I waited a few moments;
Do you know or have you ever heard of a William Evans?
No;
I ll call you tomorrow evening around this time. Will that be alright with you?
Fine; she replied.

As agreed, I went to the NAB on Pitt Street. I produced the key to security. It was theirs. To gain access I proved I was Jaw s executor by handing over a copy of his will, certified by his solicitor, plus death certificate. After showing my driver s licence, I was led down into the vault.
Finding the box, I was alone except for the close circuit camera. Lifting down the box, I placed it onto a table in the middle of the room. On opening the box I saw a yellow duster. On moving the duster slightly I froze for a second. Was it a small handgun holstered wrapped in the duster? Remembering a camera was looking at me I turned my back on it and then leant over covering it from view. With my left hand, I discovered the cold metallic feel of a pistol in a leather holster with a box that might contain bullets.
I carefully removed all the items below the duster. This operation netted four heavy small boxes plus, an even smaller one, then four large manila envelopes. Keeping the gun out of view, I packed everything except that into my large aircrew briefcase. With these items secured, I had second thoughts and returned one small box marked Winchester.
Getting home, I unpacked the contents of my briefcase. Four blue cardboard boxes each held a half-kilo block of gold. One manila envelope had written on it US dollars. This revealed, on opening then counting, one hundred and sixty-four thousand dollars in unused one hundred bills. The other envelope revealed a Swiss bank statement that had over two million US dollars in credit. Before opening the other manila envelopes there were two things I had to do. First, I needed a stiff whiskey then, as it was time, I called Queenie. She did not answer so I left a message;
Hi, it s Bruce. I found the box so suggest you come to Sydney. Just call me with your arrival details. I ll pick you up. Take care.
My mind was fixated on the pistol. It was my top priority. Getting rid of a gun with the minimum of fuss was arranged quickly. It s not what you know but, who you know. I called Andrew a senior policeman in New South Wales (NSW). We are both members of the Royal Motor Yacht Club (RMYC) in Point Piper where we keep our boats. Calling him, I found he was already going to the club. Later, as agreed, I joined him in the downstairs waterside bar. As it was a warm evening, we went onto the decking overlooking the berthed boats. He knew Jaw well before his move north to the Brisbane area. I told him over a beer what I had discovered. My revelation was taken as a big deal. As I wanted to be rid of the gun, we agreed to meet the next morning at the bank. The police would have the gun and that would be the end of that problem for me. I did not mention the items I had already removed.
By the time I got home Queenie had left a message she would arrive in Sydney by Qantas midday on Friday. As today was Wednesday, I could clear the pistol and remaining envelopes.
Andrew was with the Criminal Investigation Branch (CIB) of the police and, as arranged, we met at the bank the next morning. After the normal procedures, he showed his warrant card as he was dressed in civilian clothes. On opening the b