The study below was derived from facts uncovered while doing research for the following Doctorial dissertation:
Light to the shadows of their mind:
Criminal tatics and strategies
Criminology Department Dept.
Chatwick University
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Mae, had been having quite a rewarding chat with a charmingly attired young lady, all of seventeen, whom Mae had caught scurrying unsupervised amongst the Mansions’ other guests, when she suddenly felt a shocking vibe.
At the same time the seventeen year old turned her head away, her long hair swirling to behind her back, as she gazed at a sobbing lady treaded past her. The forlorn figure woefully alighting on a small stone bench located along a back wall. Mae, for a second blinded as the diamond in the girls swaying pearl earring caught the light of a chandelier, turned her head to watch also.
Making a call in judgment, Mae then finished her conversation with the fidgety young thing, letting her go on to rejoin the party. As she watched the silken and lace clad youth swirled away, a curiously pained expression crossed Mae’s face. She had almost convinced the pretty young thing to….
Oh well ,Mae said to herself, Trust in instinct. She then turned, focusing her attention to the limp, sobbing form now seated on the bench.
Oozing with compassion, Mae walked over to the weeping young lady. Sitting on the bench next to her Mae placed a comforting arm around her and drew her close. She handed the girl her silky laced handkerchief, to dry her eyes with,” Here my dear, you don’t want to stain that pretty gown!” Mae said, while lovingly pulling back the sobbing girls wave of corn silk coloured hair. The young lady took it, gratefully accepting this unknown woman’s sympathy. Taking the handkerchief with a gloved hand she buried her eyes into it ,rings and a bracelet twinkling merrily , mutely ignorant of their mistress’s wretchedness. Mae meet the girls sad gaze with her kind gypsy like eyes, gaining the poor young things’ confidence. Slowly Mae calmed her down enough to begin extracting the girl’s source of woe between racking sobs.
It seemed that the ladies fiancé had been dancing too close with a female friend of hers, and she was afraid he was going to call off the wedding after he snapped at her for bringing the matter to his attention. Mae patted the girl matronly on the back, telling her to go to the powder room to freshen up while she had a word with him on her account. The girl cheered up a little, really she said, hugging Mae that would be wonderful, and she obediently swept off without any question, so strong was Mae’s persuasiveness.
Ten minutes later Mae joined the girl in the powder room, telling her that it had all been a misunderstanding, and he wanted to meet with her in private to patch things up. As Mae spoke she helped straighten the girls luxuriously long satin gown, you want to look good for him she explained, watching a smile enchantingly brighten up her pretty face.
Collecting the girls wrap, Mae accompanied her out the back door leading into an ancient garden. Along one side an alley edged the street that separated the garden from the surrounding, rundown neighborhoods. The alley passed an old greenhouse, and it was there that Mae pointed out to the girl, “your fiancé awaits”, and without hesitation, the young lady allowed Mae to start to escort her there.
It was then that Mae saw the cop across the street by a vacant lot heading their way, although he had yet to spot the pair of ladies. Mae turned towards the young lady and explained that the policeman over there was a friend of hers and she wanted a word with him, besides, she winked, you don’t need my company inside there with him, she nodded towards the greenhouse, the girl smiled fetchingly, pressed Mae’s hand in thanks, and headed off, her gown swishing, stiletto heels clicking, along the cobblestone path. For a moment, Mae stared as the young lady, the flowing satin gown whispering along her petite figure as she went to the greenhouse to meet with her lover, and entirely different sort of stare, and then crossed the street to intercept the copper.
Mae walked past the copper tossing his way the sorta glance that she knew would pique his natural distrust, making him follow to see what mischief was going on!
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As Mae happily led the harness bull away from the garden she marveled over her good fortune, wondering over how things had worked to her benefit:
How such a lavish affair had been planned on that side of town in an old mansion, turned club.
How easily she had been able to slip through the tight security and crash the upscale party.
How lucky she had been to spy the young lady deep in misery before anyone else.
How easy it had been to convince the guilt ridden fiancé on what steps to take to win back his ladies hand, starting with waiting an hour in the upstairs gentlemen’s smoke lounge.
How pretty the young lady had looked when seductively she headed down the path to the greenhouse, the luxuriously sleek gown fluidly flowing, while opulent jewels flickered fire with each step.
How noisy those stiletto heels of the young lady were on the path, giving a loud notice of her approach as she went to the green house.
How quickly the look of lust upon the girls face would change to horror when she entered the greenhouse and encounter, not her fiancé, but Mae’s two masked partners lying in wait to rob anyone unlucky enough to cross their path.
How wicked the smiles would be of Mae’s confederates as one held the slippery, squirming figure of the young lady, while the other groped her body, picking it clean of anything of value.
Mae looked back and smiled smugly at the copper hot on her heels. Someone is going to be in trouble for leaving his post she thought. Just a couple more blocks should give them enough time in the greenhouse, and then Mae would easily give this flatfoot the slip. Mae’s mind went deliciously back to what should now be happening to the luckless lady in the long glossy gown, and how much Mae’s cut of the take would amount to. It was too bad she would miss the boys at work; Mae did so enjoy watching a good mugging.
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It had been the boys who had first spotted the ladies in colorfully long shiny gowns. Those gowns fluidly rustling along shapely figures crossing the street leading to ornate front doors of the old Hampton East club Mansion. But it had been their “sparklers” the glittering jewelry the ladies all seemed to be temptingly showing off, that had made their mouths wolfishly drool.
But, what they had seen when stealing peeks through slits in a velvet curtained window, had made them run to find Mae. They then breathlessly babbled on about the halfcocked, half-baked scheme they had dreamed up. “Even the young’uns had jools” they had excitedly told Mae. She figured that most of it was probably paste, who wears anything of value on the eastside she thought to herself. But just a glimmer of a possibility began to take seed, as she maternally continued to listen to the excited pair.
Mae decided to humor the pair of excitable petty thieves, she owed them some favors anyway, and Mae hated leaving a debt unpaid. Besides, business had been slow lately; it seemed that no one well to do these days need their fortune read. So, for no rhythm or reason other than to see what all the chatter had been about, Mae crashed the upscale event. She slipped inside through the large matching oak doors, without even a second glance from the old man wearing a loose uniform “guarding” the entrance.
Mae was amazed, even she could not have predicted the amazing displays of wealth, so tantalizingly close, and yet seemingly so far out of reach. Even the dangling “jools” worn with careless abandon by the “Young’uns” appeared to be the real McCoy! Although she had thought they were talking about girls a little younger than the solely 16 through 20 year olds she observed among the multitude of guests.
Mae was also surprised that she had been able to get this far, and so was now just beginning to think of ways to profit from the situation. One idea was also the simplest, find a tipsy lady shimmering in jewels and offer to read her fortune, targeting selected jewel adorned areas to do her readings and hope opportunity knocks. Another thought was to just wait by an exit and hope an inquisitive type wanders out, then follow and force them to the shed. If it was one of the “youn’uns” Mae could than renter and convince her wealthy mother to go and collect her daughter that Mae had seen going into the shed with a , gasp, boy! This last one was not as far-fetched as it sounded, given the antics that a lot of the guests were performing under Mae’s watchful eyes…
All in all, Mae was glad she had positioned the boys to wait in the old greenhouse, promising it would be worth their while. Mainly Mae had wanted to keep them out of mischief, too avoid having them upset her apple cart, and it appeared to have been a canny move on her part.
Still with no real purpose yet, she had started to shadow a fetchingly gowned young lady of about seventeen who was timidly weaving in and out amongst the groups of happily chatting guests. What Mae mostly desired was a closer scrutiny of the prettily dressed young girls savory pearls and delectable rings, so enticingly slippery upon the sweat glistened figure. Suddenly Mae had an epiphany, realizing exactly what to say to the pretty little miss to satisfy those desires, and more. Eagerly, she caught up to the darting little darling, and literally grabbed the young things attention.
The young miss, nervously looked around, as she played with her necklace, holding it with slender ringed fingers, as she innocently listened to the captivating dark haired stranger. Overly pretty teenage girls were so naïve and easy to manipulate, Mae thought, as she began to weave her story around the young thing that had fallen into the gypsies grasp.
The plan that had developed Mae’s in mind concerning the girl, was in her opinion, brilliant : for girls like this always travelled about in packs. And it was a good bet that if she ventured out into the night she would not be alone. Mae began to envision two or three similarly attired young ladies walking in the moonlit garden. Shimmering as they approached the garden shed, like so many high heeled, well jeweled Gretel’s heading to the witches’ tempting cottage. And Mae had the perfect fairy tale to tell this pretty girl, one that would spin around her like sticky strands of web that Mae would use to pull her away out into the night.
Mae started by charismatically complimented the teenager on her fine dress of silk and lace , she pleasantly straitening it for a “better look”, greedy emotions rising as she looked over the young ladies jewels. As she did this performance, Mae subtly started guiding the unquestioningly obedient girl towards a rear exit. But the girl innocently let out a squeal and pulled Mae over to the “cute little stone bench” one of several that lines a back, potted palm lined , wall . Mae helped the squirming young thing to a seat. As Mae started then to work on the girl, she scanned the area to see if anyone was watching. Seeing no signs of intervention, Mae asked for and obediently received, in turn, each of the girl’s excitedly sweaty palms.
Deeper and deeper the seventeen year old fell under Mae’s spell, listening enraptured as Mae began to “read” the girls fortune using her quivering palms. Mae, never letting the girls eyes fall away from her almost hypnotic gaze, began to delicately tug at the pretty rings encircling the slender fingers of the palms as she gently caressed them.
As the girl was told her fortune, the pretty young miss was totally caught under the enchantment of Mae’s eyes and sing-song way of speaking. Mae could see that she had captured the girl’s imagination as she wove her fortune telling into a romantic saga that would hopefully peak with the girl sneaking out to the cold shed where the hoodlums were waiting. Then, with delight, Mae saw a special gleam in the girl’s eyes that she knew all too well. A look she had seen before in previous clients, one that told her they were no longer completely aware of what was going on around them. The look that usually had her try to make a little extra profit from the situation!
She now did so by ever so slightly tighten her grip on the palm she held. Than with baited breath Mae began to work the girl’s jeweled rings over the knuckles of her warm slender fingers, her practiced eye watching the girls face for any sign that she was catching on to what was happening. Mae thought to herself, this is just coming together perfectly. Mae smiled broadly as she had a habit of doing when one of her wicked schemes was coming to fruitation. The girl smiled impishly in response, totally misinterpreting what that smile stood for. Never in her wildest dreams would she have guessed what this nice lady: with the deep black eyes from which she could not pull away from, who was so pleasantly stroking her palms while telling her fortune so enjoyably, was smiling about! Nor did she have the slightest of inklings that her Grandmother’s pretty rings were starting to vanish!
And that’s when It happened!
The girl’s deep concentration was broken as she saw a woeful figure heading to a nearby stone bench. Mae felt vibes coursing electrically through her body, her adrenalin mounting! Watching the sobbing newcomer, curled up on the bench, her long shiny gown splayed out over her knees, pooling around her feet. Her hands cupped her face, hiding it beneath waves of long corn silk coloured hair.
Mae’s eyes darted back to the young girl who was now innocently looking at Mae, with pretty questioning violet coloured eyes. Mae quickly weighed the consequences. Keep her bird in hand, or let it fly away and take a chance on enveloping the newcomer under her spell. Once again she envisioned a gaggle of Gretel’s in the garden, but then, with a sobering realization, a couple of Hansel’s horned in on the group. That would never do the Gypsy reasoned. Mae made her decision.
“Off you go my pretty miss; I see a friend is looking me.” Mae told her dismissingly. The girl looked around, still confused, but she gave Mae a chirping “okay” Mae, a warm smile spreading across her face, lifted up the girls long pearl necklace, fingering it as the girl’s violet eyes traveled to watch it. “C’est la vie, my pretty one “Not today, anyway she finished, sighing to herself, the girl only looked confused. Mae let the necklace go, watching the pearls fall back onto the girls lace covered chest. Without thinking more of it, she scampered off out of sight, her long gown flowing out.
Mae’s eyes changed from sparkly to pained, then to dead serious as she scanned the area around the miserable wretch in the corner. Then, a putting a smile across her face, she turned her focus totally on solacing and prizing the unhappy soul.
As Mae had sat next to the rich girl, her long fingers soothingly stroked the young lady into submission Mae faked an interest in consoling her and pretending to be concerned about the wretches sob story. She had actually been looking her over, appraising the shimmering jewels that had adorned the weeping young lady. The necklace and earrings dripped with small, but real flashy diamonds. The same size as the ones glistening on the thin tiara that held up the rich girl’s luxuriantly long hair. While she sniffled into Mae’s conveniently produced hankie, the young lady’s gem encrusted rings, wide diamond bracelet, and the fine jeweled brooch that held up the front of the slick satin gown were also closely examined.
Mae looked at the girl now walking next to her, innocently unaware of the fact that she had been led out here for one reason only, oblivious to the fact that she now presented nothing more than to the seemingly sweet lady walking next to her than the value of the jewels she wore. Mae smiled to herself, knowing that in the greenhouse her two muggers would miss nothing, the young girls jewels, her mink stole, fat silken purse, even the gown would all fetch a sweet price when sold.
While contemplating all this Mae had stayed ahead of the nosey cop and now had reached her destination. She quickly turned down a foggy alley she knew all too well. Just before she disappeared from view she gave the unfortunate girl one last thought.
Contemplating on whether her luck would change and she would be found first by her errant fiancé once he finished with his cigars and brandy, , or if her bad luck would hold she would be found by someone like that scoundrel Renauld, who specialized in kidnapping and white slavery among other nefarious activities?
Renauld to whom Mae owed a huge favor! Mae figured that some foreign sheik would bid high to add a petite fair skinned blond to his harem back in his country. Mae smiled smugly, licking her lips, It had shaped up to be ,indeed, a very good evening.
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