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#257 – London Journal #22 – Last Night in London, Part F – Roland de Wolfe has Stolen Ted Forrest’s Cell Phone!
As a demonstration of how much I like Roland de Wolfe, I’m going to forgive him any complicity in the criminal schemes I am about to describe. And I expect he likes me enough to forego a lawsuit if I have misread the circumstantial evidence.
I have probable cause to believe that Roland de Wolfe has stolen Ted Forrest’s cell phone.
When I helped Ted pick out a new car last summer, I noticed he was using a sleek little number that was the complete opposite of Old Ironsides, the piece of lumber he’d been hauling around as his cell phone for at least 3 years. This phone had been lost numerous times and found its way back from airports and taxicabs from Cincinnati to San Diego.
But, according to Forrest, he suffered one loss too much at the Commerce early this year. During a break in a tournament, he and some other players went to Carl’s Jr. There was some kind of near-altercation with some gang guys and they were running late and getting blinded off, so they rushed back to the tournament and Ted’s cell phone didn’t rush with them.
What I don’t understand is why Forrest didn’t just tell me the truth. Between hands on Wednesday, Roland walked quickly off the set and asked if he could plug his cell phone into a charger. That’s when he brandished … IT. The back was missing. The display looked like someone scratched a nasty message into it with a nail. The finish was chipped away so badly it wasn’t possible to determine its original color. Even the exposed battery was all scarred and dinged. Roland got someone to plug it into the same overworked outlet that provided power to the computer Jeremiah and I were sharing. Not surprisingly, we lost our internet connection soon after.
