A Bit on Wicket

One of Golem’s previous business associates at Window (back when Window was Window and Associates) was not as stupid as Golem reckoned. He was only twenty-one when he met Golem in prison. He had been convicted of fraud. The crime was committed when he was a minor and, thus, he received a light sentence. Not many seventeen-year-old high school dropouts were doing time in adult prisons. And none were doing time for the type of high-tech financial fraud that Wicket planned and executed from his parents’ home. He later regretted having used the home computer and having been so confident that he could hide his internet footprints from the authorities. It was the only reason he’d gone to prison. He would not have been caught, except for that one fatal error, and an exceptionally bright FBI investigator, who was exceptionally lucky. He might be in South America now, sitting on a beach sipping an exotic tropical coconut drink. The 45 million dollars expertly transferred to a Swiss account would have kept him going indefinitely. As it was he’d have to settle for the several accounts that he still had that the authorities were unable to identify. It would be enough but less than 45 million dollars.