Hi, MJ O’Shea here… I got an exclusive first interview with Corbin Ford, the notorious NW2 thief who was caught last night in Central London. The police haven’t released any details to the public but I was allowed a few quick questions!
When I got in the room, Corbin Ford was in a simple aluminum chair facing an empty table. He had a guard, of course, which put me at ease. He looked almost bored, not like someone who was in a world of trouble. I sat and tried not to look nervous.
I was nervous.
Isn’t every day you get to interview a world class thief who was caught on the scene of one of the most high-profile murders London has seen in years. I got out my notes and cleared my throat. So far, Ford hadn’t said a thing…
Can You explain what happened?
[He looked at his hands quietly for a moment…] I didn’t kill Lord Hughes, if that’s what you’re asking. I’m a thief pure and simple. I would never do anything like that. Never. They’ll figure that out soon enough. They have to.
[He looked stubborn. Set in his answer. I decided for the sake of our interview not to question him about the murder. I had a feeling I wouldn’t get another word out of him if I pursued it.]
I think the first question, then, that everyone wants to know, is why do you do what you do?
For me it’s the game, the challenge. When I was a kid, it was the item itself, the thrill of holding something illicit in my hands but now I need to know that I’m winning — that I’m getting away with it no matter how close the law is to my tail. Didn’t work out very well this time, did it?
[Ford smiled at me. He was both charming and a bit terrifying…even for me it was hard to tell if he was telling the truth. ]
what made you get into your… line of work?
It’s what I am. It’s what I’ve always been, and so has everyone in my family — don’t even try to find them, by the way. You never will. Nobody does.
[Ford looked uncomfortable and defensive. I nearly changed the subject, but I wanted to dig a little bit more.]
So they don’t have the same surname as you?
Do I really need to answer that? You have to be smarter than that question makes you sound.
Fine. Did your parents train you? From when you were a kid?
[He shrugged here and nodded nonchalantly] Yes, of course. They were two of the best. Neither one of them would’ve made the mistakes that have landed me here. I’ve been trained since I was old enough to crawl under fences and squeeze through tight spots.
I like pretty things, sparkly things. It’s easy to hide, small. Really, the perfect prize.
[I could tell at this point he was getting impatient. Time to wrap it up…]
One last question. Tell us about your favorite thing you ever stole?
Luke Eldridge’s heart… unfortunately, he stole mine in return. And that’s why I ended up here. Pure stupidity.
[I waited for him to laugh, but he wasn’t joking. His face was like stone. I knew it was time for me to go. So I thanked him and gathered my things. Interesting couple of minutes to say the least! ]
I didn’t get a lot out of Ford, I imagine there was only one person who would… but I’m off to do more research and maybe meet more less than heroic heroes!
Until next time,
Author: M.J. O’Shea
Publisher: Dreamspinner Press
Cover Artist: L.C. Chase
Length: 200 Pages
Release Date: 27th April, 2015
Blurb: Corbin Ford, aka the Nightwatchman, named for the antique pocket watches he leaves behind at jobs, has been in the cat-burgling business for years. His father was. His grandfather was. His mother is still one of the most renowned thieves. Corbin likes his high-profile heists, priceless paintings from private collections, artifacts from museums, but his favorite? Jewels. Sparkly, beautiful jewels. If they’re famous, better yet.
Interpol agent Luke Eldridge has one goal and one goal only: to catch the Nightwatchman. Luke’s been after him for months, but getting the slip time and again is getting embarrassing. Luke has never even laid eyes on the bastard, but he’d happily strangle him. And then arrest him.
When Luke meets Corbin, the man of his dreams, he falls hard and fast… only to catch Corbin red-handed with his hand in a jewelry case at the scene of the highest-profile murder that’s rocked the international world in years.
Luke would be back in his sweats and on his couch in less than an hour.
Luke wasn’t going to sacrifice one more decent dinner to the cause.
I’m Mj O’Shea:) I grew up, and still live, in sunny Washington state and while I love to visit other places, I can’t imagine calling anywhere else home.
I spent my childhood writing stories. Sometime in my early teens, the stories turned to romance. Most of those were about me, my friends, and our favorite movie and pop stars. Hopefully, I’ve come a long way since then.
When I’m not writing, I love to play the piano, dance, cook, paint pictures, and of course read! I like sparkly girly girl things, own at least twenty different colored headbands, and I have two little dogs who sit with me when I write. Sometimes they comes up with ideas for me too…when they’re not busy napping.
Amazon Author Page: http://www.amazon.com/M.J.-OShea/e/B003XERT7M/ref=sr_tc_2_0?qid=1427433101&sr=8-2-ent
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