AfterNet 01 - Good Cop Dead Cop

Eneli
Abidjan Cote D'Ivoire With Due Respect Dearest Beloved
Sir,
I know you will be surprised to read from me, but please consider this as a request from a family in dire need of assistance. First, I introduce myself, I am the late Mr. Peter Eneli from South Africa and am the first and only son of the late Dr. Stephen Eneli. Our untimely death impossible made it to transfer our family wealth of US $5 million.
I am presently residing in Abidjan Cote D'Ivoire In West Africa. The brutal and repressive regime of this country does not recognize the property rights of the disembodied and we hope to help my sick mother Mrs. Susan Eneli whom the doctors have confirmed that she will die before few months. We cannot obtain our funds that remain languishing.
I got your contact from Business Directory in Cote d Ivoire Chamber and Industry and know that you are friend to the people of South Africa and to the plight of disembodied peoples everywhere. Will you help our mother, his wife by the expediency of transferring to your bank or your companies bank the sum of US $5 million, which I deposited in one trunk box with a Security Company in Abidjan Cote D'Ivoire In West Africa.
Before my father's death, he was in charge of many positions in my country as you can confirm from this sites below
http://www.polity.org.za/html/govdocs/pr/2001/pr1003b.html
http://www.gov.za/projects/procurement/yengeni.htm
http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/world/africa/1577682.stm
For your efforts, I am prepared to offer you 25% of the total fund while 5% will be set aside for local and international expenses and 70% will be kept by my family and me. Finally, modalities on how the transfer will be done will be conveyed to you once we have established trust and confidence between ourselves
Please, treat as urgent and have it in your mind that the security company never know that the content of the consignment is money, it is just a secret between you and me.

Best regards, the late Mr. Peter Eneli
    Yamaguchi left Interstate 25 at the Garden of the Gods Road exit. “I go west, correct?” she asked Munroe.
    “Yes, toward the big mountain-like thing.”
    “Funny man,” she said.
    They had been driving an hour and a half already and Munroe was getting irritable. Leaving Denver, Interstate 25 southbound was a mess because of a traffic accident and as usual, his partner insisted on driving the speed limit. Add to that spotty Internet access, and Munroe was getting cranky.
    “Sure is a nice day,” she said, trying to get her partner talking.
    He said nothing.
    “You’re just not going to be pleasant today, are you?” She smiled broadly and even glanced at herself in the rearview mirror to see her smile. The drive was pleasant and she enjoyed any day when she could work in plain clothes.
    “Not a lot to be pleasant about,” he said.
    “Suit yourself,” she said, and turned on the radio. “Where do you get NPR in this town?” she muttered to herself. “All you get is Christian radio.”
    Munroe finally had some success getting Internet access. “Death toll’s up to 15,000 in Sri Lanka,” he told her.
    “Oh my God, it just keeps getting worse. Sorry, Alex, I forgot.” She’d only learned about the tsunami last night, after getting back from her ski trip. In fact, she never did go online the entire time or read a paper or listen to the radio. She’d allowed herself a distraction from the world. In a way, she’d also escaped from the afterlife. In a ski town, there were few signs of the disembodied. She only noticed one public AfterNet terminal, although there were probably more. She had read in the paper that disembodied instructors were helping in the skiing for the disabled program, but she and Mary were never near the runs where they practiced. Several times she noticed people wearing white plastic boxes on their arms, but they were always music players or phones. After a while, she stopped noticing.
    Munroe had followed news accounts of the tsunami all day Monday. The number of missing, the number of dead and the projected numbers of missing and dead increased steadily. He’d updated and checked his blog several times already. One man, living, who claimed he worked for Doctors Without Borders as a sanitation specialist (not a good choice if he was trying to impress), said he thought the death toll could climb as high as 100,000. That posting, somewhere around 3 a.m. Monday, was ridiculed, but now it looked not impossible.
    Just like many