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I got stung, but strangely it didn't hurt at all

11    On the way to my office, 1 was waiting at traffic lights in heavy rain, when there was
2 a tap at my car window. Normally, Washington being what it is, I would have expected to
3 see a homeless black man begging for money, but instead - rather to my relief - a friendly
4 and familiar face greeted me through the closed window. The man himself seemed
5 similarly [id:73763] to see a friend, for he was clearly in some kind of trouble. The lights were
6 changing and the rain was lashing down, so I beckoned him to join me in the car.
27    It was slightly embarrassing for me, because I could not remember exactly who he
8 was. He was a black man in working overalls, I a white man in suit and tie. A kind of racial,
9 class guilt was building up [id:73764] because he knew exactly who I was. 'I know you,' he said.
10 'You have a real cute baby, right?' 'Dead right!' I replied. 'And your wife is always taking
11 the baby round our neighbourhood, right?' Yeah, right. Tm the maintenance man at the
12 house a couple of doors up from you,' he explained, slightly [id:73765] (I feared) that I had not
13 recognised him. 'Of course you are,' I replied.
314    This all happened in a matter of seconds. The man explained that his car had been
15 towed away by the police and that he had on him only $40 of the $120 he needed to [id:73766].
16 I happened to have $80 cash on me, and offered to lend it to him. He went out in the rain
17 very grateful and promised to return the money at home that evening.
418    Perhaps you have guessed by now. I had been the [id:73767] of a very skilful artist, one
19 of the city's most legendary cheaters. I had not really recognised him; he did not even live
20 anywhere near me. I soon realised I would not be getting my $80 back, but how on earth
21 did he know so much about me, about my baby, my wife? 1 was so fascinated that I wanted
22 to know more - and ended up in the office of Tony Zavosky, the Washington police
23 detective in charge of investigating this kind of deceivers.
524    He [id:73768]. "There were a hundred things about you to key in on, and he did. You've
25 got a wedding ring - it's not hard to figure out you're married. You've got a baby se at in
26 the back of the car - you've got a baby.'
627    The chap who conned me is known as TBM - "The Boot Man', although his actual
28 name is Willie Hill. He has almost certainly had hundreds, and possibly thousands, of
29 victirns. Many are apparently too embarrassed to come forward and admit: '[id:73769]'
730    Then Zavosky told me something that made me [id:73770]: among Hill's victims are two
31 judges, countless lawyers and policemen. 'Police officers don't trust anybody,' said
32 Zavosky, 'so that tells you just how good he is.'
833    [id:73771], The Boot Man's spheres of operation are limited almost entirely to the
34 neighbourhood of Washington's police headquarters and the city's main court. That makes
35 Zavosky believe he comrnits his crimes primarily in order to [id:73772]: 'The mere fact that the
36 piace is crawling with policemen must heighten the thrill.'
937    Race must also play a part: victims are always white in a city that is more than twothirds
38 black. What HilI instinctively appeals to are the inner fears and guilts of middleclass
39 whites: the desire to avoid confrontation and the wish to show themselves to be [id:73773].
40 'One man said, "Is that all you need? I can give you more if you need it,' - and that's how
41 he got $450,' Zavosky recalled.
1042    Not long after The Boot Man had conned another policeman, Zavosky finally
43 obtained a warrant for the arrest of WilIie HilI. But in a city that had 703 murders and
44 more than 14,000 robberies or serious assaults last year, the charges were small beer. And
45 so was Willie's punishment. And so, within two days he was [id:73774].

from the 'Observer', July 28, 1991