The Con Is On

You can't con an honest man - Michael "Mickey Bricks" Stone

Prologue – The Dip

The Dip

To place ones hand into someone else's pocket to remove an item of value.

Pick-pocketing

Quick little hands made their way into the well-dressed man's pocket as he left the black cab.

Out came the wallet.

Harry moved from his position at the taxi rank strait into the alley.

Crouching behind the bins he removed the money and dropped the wallet on the floor. Taking off at a short jog Harry left at the other end of the alley and took off down the street. Two hundred pounds grasped tightly in fingers shoved deeply into a pocket.

The well-dressed man knelt and picked the wallet from where it lay. A smile forming on his face.

The quickest little hands he had ever seen.

No distraction. Just quick and light with perfect timing. If it hadn't been him the whole thing would have gone unnoticed. Just another easy mark.

He was defiantly going to have to visit here again.

With that thought on his mind Albert Stroller left the alley.

Perhaps he should have a talk with this young lad.