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A fast read that will take you on a thrill ride with more twists and turns than an amusement park ride after dark... Born and raised in England; Mark moved to Los Angeles, California in 1991 at the age of 25 years old. Training to become an Investment Securities Broker, by 1995 he was one of the most sought after telemarketers throughout the USA. Upon the advent of the Internet, Mark joined an organization that then manipulated the burgeoning electronic age, eventually embezzling approximately $117 million by 1999. This is his story.

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Publié par	Andrews UK
Date de parution	10 juillet 2014
Nombre de lectures	0
EAN13	9781849893015
Langue	English

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EXILE CORPORATION

By
Mark D. McClafferty

Truth can be stranger than fiction
Fiction can sometimes come true

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Exile Corporation © 2010 Mark McClafferty

Digital Edition converted and distributed by
Andrews UK Limited
www.andrewsuk.com

Exile Corporation is a work of fiction. Names, characters, companies, businesses, organizations, places, and incidents are the products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, names, or persons, living and dead is entirely coincidental

Cover designed by: R J G Ink

All Rights Reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted, in any form or by any means, electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording or otherwise, without the prior permission of the publishers. This book is sold subject to the condition that it shall not, by way of trade or otherwise, be lent, re-sold, hired out or otherwise circulated without the publisher’s prior consent in any form of binding or cover other than that in which it is published and without a similar condition including this condition being imposed on the subsequent purchaser.

Dedication

For Jane

My first true love, my last true friend
You will always be the wind beneath my wings

Acknowledgements

To say thank you; those two words are not enough to describe how thankful I am to have been born into such a great family. I am thankful that my Mum, Maggie and Dad, Danny, have been such good fun as parents and that they have taken the time to participate in my life. I am thankful that I have been able to enjoy them for so long.
My big sister, Sue and her kids, Dolly and Harry, you have always brought a smile in my darkest days.
My eldest brother Steve; thank you for being my co-pilot and my rock, encouraging me to soar and for bringing me back to earth as my guide and conscience, always there for me in my time of need. You can never be replaced and the world is a better place for having you in it. I will forever be your little brother, looking up to you in so many ways. Lynn, my surrogate sister, always bubbly, bringing laughter to so many, you are a star. Thank you for never judging me and for always giving me the benefit of the doubt. Ruby, Molly and Tommy, my nieces and nephew, you give so much unconditional love, thank you for giving me so many great memories from watching you all grow up.
Dan the man, my brother and my soldier, you have always been The Man, lifting everyone’s spirits, the first to stand up to protect me and the last to fall down. Never give up on who you are and never forget the person you were. ‘You know how we do.’ Thank you for just being you.
My son, my boy, my main man, Luke; you faced so many hurdles, doubts and fears growing up without me in your young life. I am thankful everyday for the love, friendship and good times that we share. I am so proud of the man you have become and I look forward to seeing you rise into becoming a great man. You will do great things. Thank you for ridin’ hard with me.
There are so many people who have touched my life in different ways; I have tried to include you in this book so that you will know how much you have meant to me. Most have been good, some have been bad and there are a few that have just been plain ugly!
I want to thank all of my friends for being in my life. A life I have watched myself live and have had to look in the mirror and question, why I am living it, and why do I deserve so many good people in it. From the past to the present, you have all helped to shape me and influence me. This is my story but it is also your story, for you have all helped in writing it. Be proud of it, as I hope you can be proud of me. A diamond with a flaw is worth more than a pebble without imperfections.

If You Believe It, You Can Achieve It

Introduction

As we grow up, we learn that the one person who was not supposed to let us down probably will. You will have your heart broken probably more than once, and you will break hearts too, so remember how it felt when yours was broken. You will fight with your best friend. You will blame a new love for the things an old one did. You will cry at times, because time itself seems to be passing you by all too fast. Eventually, you will lose someone you love.

So take too many pictures, laugh too much and love like you have never been hurt by anyone or anything in your life, because every sixty seconds that you spend being upset, feeling let down, angry or filled with revenge is a minute of happiness you can never get back.

Dare to dream and dream to do. The difference between the dreaming and the doing is in you.

Do not be afraid that your life will end.

Be afraid that it will never even begin .

- Mark Knoxx
Chief Executive Officer
Exile Corporation

Hollywood Homicide

1

Present Day: November 17

Launching the black Porsche Cayman S forward from the stoplight while giving the hot, blonde-haired woman behind him in her BMW a cursory wave, the executive drove along the soft camber of Sunset Boulevard towards his morning destination. Standing before him, gleaming in the mid-November balmy morning sunshine, was the Sunset Tower Hotel.
Guiding the Porsche into the hotel’s driveway, he brought it to an abrupt halt as the parking attendant stepped up to the new arrival. Getting out from the car, he straightened his canary yellow linen jacket, which he wore with a white shirt and dark blue Rock & Republic jeans. The executive looked at the parking attendant, both of them in their mid-twenties, telling him, ‘Keep it up front, okay. I’ll be about fifteen minutes.’
He palmed a crisp, fifty-dollar bill into the attendant’s hand.
‘Sure thing,’ the parking attendant answered enthusiastically, as he got into the car to drive it up farther along the hotel’s driveway.
Standing for a brief moment in front of the hotel, the driver swept his eyes up and down The Strip, his eyes shaded by his Armani sunglasses. He was twenty-seven years old, six foot tall, with sun-bleached blonde hair and every inch a Hollywood player.
Walking up the entrance steps, he pulled back his shirt cuff to check his watch; it told him it was 8:54 a.m.
‘In and out Smooth,’ was all his lips betrayed as he sauntered nonchalantly into the lobby.
The cool lobby came as a welcome break from the sun-soaked morning outside. Locating the elevators, he walked over to them, noticing the well-dressed concierge – James, he recalled - who gave him a slight nod in acknowledgement while he continued his conversation with a guest.
Padding his way across the highly polished marble floor, the executive’s leather loafers hardly made a sound. Arriving at the elevator, he viewed himself in the reflection of the polished chrome elevator doors, and for a moment, insecurity and doubt flashed across his face. He was now only two minutes away from his nine o’clock appointment. He had been specially chosen, because of his expertise in getting the job done.
The ping from the elevator’s arrival brought him back from his thoughts. The doors opened, revealing a mirrored interior as he casually glided in and turned to face the lobby. Raising his left hand, he pulled off his shades and pressed PH for the penthouse.

2

‘Hmmm, let’s see. I’ll have the Hollywood Shuffle with a side of toast and two eggs over eeaassyy,’ Dan McGann said, letting the last word roll off his tongue in a flirtatious way that caused the waitress, Amanda Linsay, to laugh sarcastically. She had heard it all too many times before.
Amanda turned her attention to the other side of the booth, trying to get these two cops to cooperate in telling her what they wanted to eat for breakfast. Joining in with the morning’s antics, she playfully admonished them both by saying, ‘I don’t know why I even bother with you two, and for you, Richie babes?’
‘Oh, so it’s babe, is it? I told you I was Amanda’s favorite .’
Richie Keets smiled back across at Dan to see if he was taking the bait, but Dan just stared at him with a look that was impenetrable. Amanda jumped back in to clarify her remark. ‘Well, when I say babes, Richie, I mean in the sense that you are a baby, especially when it comes to women. Look, I got some real men to serve here, so what’s it gonna be, or shall I just bring you some warm milk to suck on?’
Dan cracked, and laughed with Amanda, knowing she’d gotten one over on Richie. Amanda hovered over Richie with her pen now static on her notepad, listening to him reply, ‘Just give me the same with a V8, and hurry up with a refill, will ya? We got places to go and people to see, babes. This ain’t no social club; I’ve been sucking on this empty cup for ten minutes.’
Richie lifted his empty coffee cup, doing his best to get in one last jab while Amanda looked back at him as she began to walk away. Quick as a flash, she held down a Heinz ketchup bottle as if she held a dick in her hand, motioning it up and down suggestively while she replied, ‘Yeah, yeah, suck on this.’
Dan and Amanda both erupted into a fit of laughter, along with a few nearby patrons. Everyone now looked at Richie, his mood changing, knowing she had caught him again. Dan hit Richie with a wise crack that set them both off into a tirade of arguing with each other. Dan McGann and Richie Keets, the Los Angeles Police Department detectives continued berating each other, which had been their way of working together for the past eight years in the L.A.P.D.’s Robbery and Homicide Division. They were partners, best frien