W
hen you’re playing cat and mouse with a fraudster – and with all your savings at stake – it is difficult not to imagine him rubbing his hands together, perhaps from excitement in a west African bedsit or from cold in a dank Russian basement.
I suspect my con man, James, is African because of certain phrases he uses but I can’t say for sure.
“My name is Dr James McPherson,” he wrote to me in an email just two weeks ago. “I am from United Kingdom, Auditor, Head of Computing department of (Lloyd [sic] Bank Plc UK) here in our branch UK. I am 55 years of age, happily married.”
