Prologue
I worked for SecTrak, a company that supplied surveillance and tracking equipment to banks and security firms. During April a few years ago one of their customers was robbed, it turned out to be an “inside job”, and because of a series of coincidences initially the police thought I was involved. The truth soon came out, but not until after the press had had a field day with sensationalised leaked evidence that placed me together with the perpetrator and helped to end my failing marriage in a messy divorce.
Not just was my car stolen, I was a victim of circumstances in so many other ways.
That spring changed my life forever.
