He also had the reputation as a ‘ladies man’. I had my fantasies about Dale. He was, at the time, also my wife’s employee. Seeing him in my wife...'s office or at social events had always sent my mind off and fantasising about and picturing me or my wife as his bitch. I remember one Xmas party they had; I didn't attend but that night heard a ruckus outside our house. Looking out I saw a bunch of happy tipsy people singing Xmas carols in our driveway. Dale was standing beside my wife with his arm. "Holm grabs onto a beam next to one of the containers about half-way along. I stand beside him, my boot-magnets gripping the girder. He breaks the customs seal and swings open the door of the container."The Captain of the Mercator, I recognise him. His name isn't Holm." Who is he?"Our suit torches blaze against the sides of the container, and glitter back off the contents: piles of gold bars, stacked on pallets and tied tightly down with webbing nets. Gold enough to pay the salary of every. “My wife, her lover, they put me here.” I explained, admiring her still oily body. “Why?” “Money, time.” I said. “What do they want with you? What’s that cooler doing in here? What’s in it?” Soon, trying to keep her near panicked mind occupied with questions and answers, we came to several conclusions. My wife and her lover were raiding my bank accounts. Were probably fleeing the country, or ready to. They had left food in the cooler for us. They had been feeding me once a day, through the. "And you can be quiet, my family have all been killed, if I want to yell and scream please let me. Now Detective Brown, is that right?" he nodded, "I feel better now, can you tell us all everything, because I've got to admit I'm puzzled about why my whole family would be in this part of Barnsley on a Friday night, our home and business are in Doncaster." Before I go into that, can I have your friends' details please." Oh yeah, sorry. This is Lorraine Peters, she's my oldest friend, and is the.