Chapter 9 - Where the Elite Meet to Eat
The surprise was that his portfolio made more money with little information than it had when he'd lived the market day-by-day.
He wouldn't have bothered with trading, but he still felt awful about the old ladies he'd ruined during the S & L scandals and it was the only way he could pay them back. He hadn't meant to hurt them -- didn't realize it was all going to blow up in his face, so when it did, he high-tailed it out of New York and had been hiding out in Pirate's Cove ever since.
He couldn't pay the old ladies directly, so he'd opened a Swiss bank account to transfer the money and keep him out of the picture. He had an old friend - a broker - who owed him big time, and made the trades he ordered and sent the money out.
"Glad you made it thru the storm -- Bloody Marys for everybody -- on the house," called Linda.
All heads turned when Rick walked in with a stranger. "Hey guys, this is Dusty. I don't know if you saw the boat in the harbor last night, but she was on it." Sixteen pairs of eyes stared at Dusty. This was a she? Rick had never been much interested in women. No one was quite sure why.