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{{a|opcodp|}}[[Billy Hanks]] was a lower east-side scumbag [[synthetic alpha]] dealer in the swinging naughties. | {{a|opcodp|}}[[Billy Hanks]] was a lower east-side scumbag [[synthetic alpha]] dealer in the swinging ''naughties''. | ||
He cut his product it with all kinds of low-life scrapings to boost | He cut his product it with all kinds of low-life scrapings to artificially boost the yield. | ||
“Synthetics?” | |||
“Some, but mainly illicit stuff. Billy Boy had a taste for the funky gibbon, know what I mean? This was not your non-usual coke-lite levered beta: Billy dropped in all kinds of bad juju: front-runners, insider intel, short squeezes, corner action. He liked the young energetic lads in the [[naked short]]s, shall we say. And he had the good connections if you are that way inclined. A proper abuser was our Billy Boy. Liked his prices dirty. | |||
“Is for my own use. What can I say? My missus has expensive taste. Her daughter is even worse. She’s a bad influence. and | Billy’s medicine could bang you up bad: just a tipoff is all it took. The high lasted a week but the downer was a killer. | ||
Got away with it for years. He had friends on the inside. | |||
Billy copped to a market manipulation rap in 2010 and the cops shut him down. He went way for a stretch but what do you know, ''hallelujah'' he found God and got time off for good behaviour. He got right back in the game. | |||
But twist: our Billy-Boy’s a clean skin now. The [[CFTC]] goons tailed him for four solid years. Parked up in a dented Chevy outside his family office and quaffed donuts to no avail. Billy kept it clean. He did not indulge. | |||
The disbelieving goons tried to work him over. He says “how can I? I don’t ''deal'' no more.” | |||
“Son, you’re generating 200 large a ''week''. What d’you need all that for?” He looked at me. “need ? Need? I deduce that you ain’t met my missus. She’s exhausting, Officer Dibble.” | |||
“Is for my own use. What can I say? My missus has expensive taste. Her daughter is even worse. She’s a bad influence. | |||
And you ''bought'' that? | |||
Boone looked at the PI. “I’m not buying this.” | |||
“There’s a beaucoup paper trail. I’ve got what I need.” The Dick grinned thinly. “[[Due dilly]], you know.” | |||
Boone snatched his lapels and pulled him close. He growled, “I expect it of Wang. I expect better of you.” | |||
The Dick shrugged. He checks out legit. he’s largely clean and generating good [[alpha]]. | |||
Where do I find him? | |||
He's in the family way. He’s running a money for he rich aunt from a swap shop in the West End. Family style. Long only. Given the shorting away. That's the story he tells but you know — leopards, spots. The Swissies love him. | |||
“Who?” | |||
The Swiss. His prime brokers. | |||
Boone dropped the dick and said, “you poor ''naïf''”. He left the door swinging. | |||
The Dick was curled up in a ball, but he fanned his billfold and said, “I don’t think ''I’m'' the naif, [[Opco Boone]].” |