Bitcoin Detective

By Marty Longson

The virtual world of Bitcoins tells many stories where fortunes are won or lost in the blink of an eye.
Robert Dunhill, private investigator, likes to steal from rich criminals and give to their poor victims. While on the trail of a mysterious thief known only as “Sato”, he runs into a few problems – eccentric authors, estranged Bulldogs, Italian hit men, mysterious golden Bitcoin, FBI stakeouts, nationwide chop shops and an online list that connects them all.

This novel introduces you to the phenomena of the Bitcoin currency. Although it is a work of fiction, it works to familiarize new comers to the virtual currency and its uses.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Marty Longson
• Release date: Jan 3, 2014
• ISBN: 9781310553455

Marty Longson

I write a blend of Sci-Fi and Fantasy that are easy to pickup and hard to put down. The main series I am working on right now is the Tower Saga and is available in both Ebook and paperback on Amazon, ITunes, Barnes and Noble.I also have a series out called the Bitcoin Detective. Check it out on amazon...http://www.amazon.com/Bitcoin-Detective-Marty-Longson-ebook/dp/B00HHIRYIOIf you feel like asking I question about any of my books send an Email to [e-mail]. If you want to learn more about me or my books, go to myWebsite - http://www.martylongson.com. I also have a small presence on Twitter -@martylongson

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BITCOIN DETECTIVE

By Marty Longson

This book is dedicated to everyone that has ever owned a Bitcoin and the man that created them in the first place.

COPYRIGHT © 2013 Marty Longson

all rights reserved.  No part of this publication may be reproduced, stored in or introduced into a retrieval system, or transmitted in any form, or by any means (electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording, or otherwise) without the prior written permission of the author.

This is a work of fiction.  Names, characters, places, and incidents are products of the author's imagination.  Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead is entirely coincidental.

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Table of Contents

AUTHORS NOTE

CHAPTER 1 – Walking On Sunshine

CHAPTER 2 – Office interview

CHAPTER 3 – Nightmare

CHAPTER 4 – Windsor

CHAPTER 5 – Drinking with the boys

CHAPTER 6 – Inside Tech

CHAPTER 7 – How to Coin

CHAPTER 8 – Bulldog Balls

CHAPTER 9 – The List

CHAPTER 10 – Somebody Watching Someone Watching

CHAPTER 11 – Hospitals Stink

CHAPTER 12 – Diner and a Taser

CHAPTER 13 – The Chase

CHAPTER 14 – The Sato Clause

CHAPTER 15 – A New Clause

EPILOGUE

INTRODUCTION TO BITCOIN

DANIEL LOCKE AND THE TOWER OF EDEN

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AUTHOR’S NOTE

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Welcome to the world of Bitcoin. A world that will see many changes in the next few years as it becomes more widely used and accepted in society. It will also be a world that will share stories both good and bad as fortunes are won and lost in the blink of an eye. As I write this book, I have to express some words of warning, watch out for scammers and protect your investment by increasing your knowledge.

I have added a FYI section at the start of each chapter. This section is color coded blue. These are meant only as small information packets and are not an integral part of the story. I would highly suggest reading them if you are new to the Bitcoin scene. Below is an example of an FYI.

(FYI) Bitcoins are associated with a high level of risk, as they are volatile and currently under no regulation or legislation. You can compare it to the Wild, Wild West in some ways. There have been incidents of online Bitcoin wallets compromised by hackers leading to theft of valuable Bitcoin investments.

One story that recently made headlines occurred when Cybercriminals stole 1.3 million dollars’ worth of Bitcoin from inputs.io, a company that let users store the digital currency in online wallets. The site's founder claimed in a message that cybercriminals hacked into his site on two different occasions and stole 4,100 BTC, the equivalent of $1.3 million at the time.

Countless other thefts happen on a daily basis. The good news is that each transaction is recorded and is possibly usable to find the thief. The question is who is going to find them first, the authorities or the Bitcoin detective.

Bitcoin Account - 18e1toyFnJ1zm4RAxtDnjrfCGNAicMYVrj

CHAPTER 1 – Walking On Sunshine

(FYI) - Bitcoin or BTC is a crypto-currency where the creation and transfer of coins is based on a cryptographic protocol. This service is different from fiat currency in that it does not rely on a central banking system. The main feature of Bitcoins is that they can be transferred through a computer or smartphone without an intermediate financial institution. Satoshi Nakamoto, Bitcoin’s creator, described it best as a peer-to-peer, electronic cash system.

It was just one of those days. One of those bright shining glorious days when everything just clicked. One of those days, I couldn’t ask for anything else. I get them sometimes, well I have to admit, they come more often than not. Some people say I have a guardian angel watching my every step, poking and prodding me in the right direction. It might be true. I really hope it isn’t though because there are rare occasions where everything goes wrong. When I say wrong, it might not be entirely accurate. It goes bad, for me and everyone around me. People end up dead or dying, bombs go boom... you get the drift. I call it a dark day and instead of a guardian angel, I think the devil is on my shoulder.

Today is a good day, I tell myself.

I have to remind myself of this because thoughts of my last dark day are flittering at the edge of my mind. It seems like every time I am by myself these old memories come slinking back in. Shaking my head, I lifted the scope to my eye and watched as a bright red Lamborghini Countach roared up the street and drew up to the house I had been watching. I took a moment to admire the classic supercar, its low profile and scissor wing doors before focusing back on the job at hand. I watched as my target swaggered up to the house. I was sitting across from a small two-story in a black armored Mercedes S-Class watching the action from the back seat. The long digital scope lens clicked in my hand and whirred as it focused in on the man’s face.

Dominic Aviles I presume, I said under my breath.

I often like talking to myself, it calms the voices in my head. The computer sitting next to me dinged softly as it finished capturing the image from the scope.

I looked down and compared the newest image on the screen to the one I had left open. It really wasn’t necessary, I had already done my homework on this clown and he wasn’t a match for my client. Hell, he didn’t even have the right skin color.

The man I was spying on was Domenic Aviles, a 36-year-old scumbag from Jersey. He was of dark complexion with black hair and didn’t look a bit like the man he was pretending to be. That man, Tom Meyers, who was the man in the other picture, was in his eighties with thinning grey hair and a very pale complexion. Tom, my client, was a victim of identity theft. A few years ago, he had woken up one morning and checked his mail only to find several new bills in the mail. Several credit cards had been taken out in his name and quickly maxed out. There were many more bills that followed, but the level of intrusion went even further than that. His bank accounts were drained and his house was even remortgaged out from underneath him. Tom had gone to the police and to the credit card companies right away. They were sympathetic and did what little they could to ease his violation. But the collectors kept calling. His name, the name he had carried with pride for eighty plus years, was tarnished forever.

Tom had tried everything in his power to salvage his name. He spent thousands on detectives and private eyes. He toiled on phone calls and in online forums dedicated to aiding other victims like himself. In the end, it was all fruitless and I would hate to imagine what could have happened without the love and support of his family and grandchildren.

It was exactly two weeks ago that I had contacted Mr. Meyers. I had learned of his plight through some of my sources and after speaking at length with the man, decided to take him on as a client.

That’s what I do, I hunt down the bad guys and make them pay... in every sense of the word. After all, if you have a few million in the bank, what would you do with your life? To me this is a personal quest, perhaps with a touch of Robin Hood envy and a pinch of the Grinch. To me life is all about karma. My mom was a victim of identity theft, shortly after my father passed away. At the time, I was out of the country, in some goddamn dust bowl of a hellhole, fighting for who knows what patch of oil. That proud and stubborn woman didn’t tell me until I came home from my tour. It was then I found the car was repo’d, the bills were piling up and the phone was ringing nonstop. To be honest, I think the banks had her on speed dial. It was much like Tom’s current situation but unlike Tom, I had an old friend in the CIA, a tech geek named Jamie Mason. Jamie and I grew up together, playing video games and stickball in the street. He got me in contact with the right people and now years later, you get what I am doing right now. I think of it as a sort of an enforced karma.

I watched as Dominic checked his mailbox and then unlocked his front door. The man disappeared into the building and closed the door behind him. The computer beside me chimed and then popped open several windows. The interior of the house was displayed on the monitor now, as Dominic moved through the frames. I stared intently at the screen and touched the volume button to hear what was going on inside the house.

The job was already done, the money moved from Dominic’s account into several Grand Cayman accounts. This was just a little bit of fun now, a little payback for Tom. Of course, this was also my favorite part of the job and I wouldn’t miss it for the world. I live for this crap.

On the screens, I watched Dominic go through the kitchen, passing by the fridge and heading into a bathroom at the back of the house. Another camera in the bathroom picked up Dominic as he entered. He lifted the back of the toilet off its pedestal and peered inside. It was the first indication that this was indeed the man responsible for the thefts. When I was in the house earlier in the week I had already recovered several waterproof bundles that had been stashed there. There had been several wallets of ID’s and notebooks of passwords and account numbers belonging to dozens of banks.

On the monitors, Dominic was panicking. He had thrown the ceramic cover to the floor and almost dunked his head into the tank, looking for his missing treasures. Frantic, Dominic ran from the bathroom to check the rest of the house for his other hidden stashes.

Where the hell is it? His voice came screaming over the computer speakers.

I watched with growing interest as he moved through the house checking cubbyhole after empty cubbyhole. Until now, I wasn’t sure if I had gotten all the loot from the house. I know I am good, but you never know, I could have missed something important. Criminals are always coming up with new and interesting ways to hide things.

As it turned out, I hadn’t missed anything. By the time Dominic walked into the kitchen, I could see he was now a broken man. Losing over a million dollars in cash and liquid assets can do that to a guy. But I wasn’t done with good old Dom yet. I picked up my cellphone and sent the text message I had prepared earlier that day, setting off a chain of events that required I only had to sit back and enjoy the show.

A ringtone came over the speaker that was muffled at first. Somewhere in the house, Dominic heard the phone ringing and began searching for its source throughout the kitchen. He finally located a cellphone in one of the kitchen drawers. As the drawer slid open, the tune of Somebody’s watching you played loud and clear.

What the? Dominic said as he held up the phone to inspect its screen.

I laughed as I imagined him reading the text message he’d just received.

The text he had just received read Don’t worry, your stuff is safe. I did leave you a thank you present. It’s is in the fridge for safe keeping, just in case the cops come around.

Dominic stared at the screen, obviously dumbfounded. He looked up from the phone to the fridge and then back down again.

Where is my fricken Bitcoin! he cursed as he gripped the phone with white knuckles.

The next text message came in right about then... perfectly timed with his cursing. It read, Relax Dominic and listen carefully. You have screwed with the wrong people. They sent me here to teach you a lesson.

What the fuck are you talking about? You bastard, he screamed at the phone, clearly not in the right state of mind, after all he was talking to a text message. I didn’t mess with no one.

There was a slight pause that almost threw off the timing but twenty seconds later the next text came in. Oh but you did Dom, You did. This time I only took a few of your things. Next time I won’t be so nice.

I don’t give a shit about anything in this place but that fucking coin, he blubbered. It’s not even mine, I was just holding it and if I don’t get it back... bad things are going to happen and not just to me.

I laughed at the man breaking down on the screens before my eyes.

I’m serious man, this is dangerous shit... he whined.

That was when the last text message appeared on the screen.

You weren’t there when I came to visit, so I put all the stuff in the fridge.

Shaking his head, Dominic rushed to the fridge and swung it wide open.

Stacks of wrapped cubes came tumbling out of the fridge, cascading like a white tide and skittering around on the ceramic floor tiles. Dominic pulled one of the remaining bricks from the fridge and inspected it. He even went as far as to poke a finger through the tightly wrapped cellophane and touch it to his lips.

Holy fuck, its coke, he breathed.

That was right about the time the drug squad came busting in through his front door, guns drawn and sweeping through the house.

I laughed as the hidden cameras captured the completely dumbfounded expression on Dominic’s face as the cops swarmed over him and knocked him to the ground.

Noooo.... NOOOO!!!! Dominic cried as he went down like a sack of shit.

I looked at my watch.

Damn that’s quite a response time for the boys in blue.

It had been less than three minutes since they got the hot tip from a well-paid informant. Mr. Aviles was going to have quite a bit of explaining to do, the amount of coke and the weapons yet to be found in the freezer would be more than enough