I like the way this is going now! Free beers!, I’m in...... the mrs can drive me home after I’m not too proud!
I would email the Opus guy and find out where he sent the order to Alberto from a few years ago, phone number, etc.
Eric, I'm sure he feels as though the pressure is off. He is hoping you will quit trying and leave him alone. I'm speculating that he has done this before and is following what has worked for him in the past. Law enforcement hears the story that he is paying you and they instantly become less interested and he knows this. As an observer.....he only responded when you squeezed his GF and the book Dealer by calling them out.
Emailed the police, asked them to make sure they interview his girlfriend as I feel that she may be the driving force behind his deception, and the fact he won’t provide her name leads me to believe she may be known to the police.... I’ll tell him next, and ask him to expect a knock on the door for her.
Give him till December, then in keeping with the spirt of the season let Sid introduce him to the real life NutCracker!
Bad idea. Let the police handle it. You never know what kind of nut job you are dealing with. Given the circumstances, Eric is luck to have gotten half the money back. It's a cheap lesson. Respectfully.
Call off Columbo for now....wait for next payment. I think you'll get it all. I agree, if it comes to it, the only folks you send to his door are the authorities. No Cousin Louie from Hackney or anything.
Don’t worry, Eric isn’t crazy, and I won’t let myself off a self imposed leash just for five minutes of fun to get myself locked up. The guy is paying, slowly, and I’m sure he’ll settle the lot, there are more subtle ways to keep the pressure on. According to the cops, it’s time for them to play ‘knock knock’, ‘who’s there’........... ‘the cops, open the ****ing door’ soon anyway. When they ask to see not just him but his girlfriend too, and require the surrender of his passport due to his too-frequent travel, I reckon he’ll realise the gig is up I’ve had to muzzle time-bomb in the meantime, every time I see him he asks if he can go around and teach him manners! I’m not sure what’s worse, the cops turning up to question you with the threat of jail time, or time-bomb filling your doorway and blocking all the light, politely asking you whether you want a moment to call your own ambulance while he grins at you through a totally metal grill of teeth and an air of menace normally reserved for a pissed off Darth Vader or Predator