The Vanishing Broker. By Ian Withers

Dublin in 1996 was not exactly a hotbed of Russian activities, I had been on a few occasions to their Embassy to get visas to travel to Moscow, always rather dour staff, polite, efficient and never smiling, they carefully questioned the purpose of going to Russia, and if one had sufficient financial resources to cover anticipated costs! My Sponsor for the trips was a pleasant Muscovite called Alexander who with his wife Tatiana was living in Dublin growing a company in which they had invested lots of roubles!

Their Russian corporation had entered into an agreement to help finance the development of a Siberian oil field. To make it work, they had struck up a deal with an Irish limited public company, Bula Resources, and its Chief Executive Officer, Jim Stanley. But Bula and Mr Stanley were behaving oddly, not settling into the deal and raising problems that were impeding progress. Alexander Marichev had an inkling that all was not as it seemed.

Tony Taylor.

I undertook exploration of my own, and with the help of intercepted phone calls, confirmed that Jim Stanley had created a secret competitive company on the British Virgin Islands. Through this, he had engineered a complex deal which involved Bula giving 100 million shares, worth £2M, to his own competitive company for a stake in the oil field. He was using the private intelligence he had obtained as a result of his insight into the Russian corporation throughout.

The entire debacle ended up in court in both London and Dublin and was subject to inquiry by the Irish Stock Exchange, during which my final report was requested. In fact, the final report produced by the Irish Stock Exchange was, give or take the odd word or two, a mirror image of my report. I suppose I should have been flattered.

No such financial modesty was at play in terms of what Top Dog Insurance Broker Tony Taylor had been up to in the mid-90’s

Tony Taylor was a well-known figure in insurance circles, and he was also chair of the Insurance Brokers Association. He was as clean as a whistle in the eyes of the nation, given that he had drawn up the code of ethics governing his trade. That same code had largely been enshrined in Irish law.

Tony Taylor.

In August 1996, he and his wife Shirley vanished from their high-end Dublin home, leaving behind little more than their pet dog. Early theories among a shocked public were that they might have been kidnapped. Then it emerged that Taylor’s investment business, Taylor Asset Management Group, had been falling apart. In fact, it had collapsed altogether in 1996, and Taylor had ensured that a batch of documents were destroyed before he legged it. And at the time he left, accompanied by his wife, about £1.7M of investors’ funds was missing.

Time passed, the Gardai kept investigating, and the press reported on the case many times. Yet what had become of Taylor and his wife remained a mystery. His Mercedes Benz had been spotted parked in the Dublin port area, the assumption being that he had caught a ferry to England, but that was about it.

My involvement began with a call to my Dame Street office from an accountant by the name of Eddie Hobbs. He was a well-known figure in Ireland, a popular broadcaster on financial matters. I had often appeared with him on panel shows, discussing issues around locating debtors. He asked me to meet him at his office in Naas, County Kildare, about twenty miles from the city. There, he introduced me to half a dozen men. All had invested their savings with Tony Taylor’s company, a combined total of about £1M. Among them were individuals who had been hiding undeclared savings, and as a result, did not want to file complaints with the police. They were unlikely to ever get their money back, but they wanted Tony Taylor to face justice.

Eddie retained me on behalf of his clients. We agreed, in those pre-Euro days, that I would take a flat fee in Irish punts. A separate fee would follow, but only if I located Taylor.

Eddie Hobbs.

Office staff assisted as we used all the available resources. I prepared a clipboard questionnaire for agents before sending them to knock on neighbours’ doors. We spent a lot of time in the area, making sure we were not missing anything. We even did a dumpster dive, emptied the bins at his abandoned house, and sifted through the horrible rubbish to check for anything of interest. It was there that we found old phone bills. Lots of calls had been made before the Taylors disappeared. Back in the office, we spent hours calling each number, asking questions to see how much information was forthcoming.

We went on to collect details of his extended family all over Ireland, Britain, and various parts of the world via official records. We put in calls where it was appropriate and engaged a number of agencies to knock on doors and ask discreet questions.

We tracked his son, Paul, to an address in London, and instead of making our presence known, we began round-the-clock surveillance. Paul was working with an insurance broker in the city. We were sure that at some point, he would engage with his missing parents. And then one day, the surveillance team noted that he was packing up the contents of his home, which gave every indication he was moving out.

Ian Withers

I arranged for a very smart female operative to call at the property. She pretexted that she was a neighbour, chatted easily with him, and found out he had landed a job in Washington DC. My immediate thought was that maybe that’s where Taylor senior might be. I called my office in Maryland, which was only an hour from downtown DC. Very quickly, they came up with a name and date of birth match for an Anthony Taylor living in North Carolina, four or five hours away.

A few days later, I had an agent staking out the address, but he did not see anyone who came close to matching the description of my missing Irishman. I sent him over to the house and asked him to pose as a journalist. And indeed, Tony Taylor was there. He answered the door. But this Tony Taylor was black. So it was back to the drawing board.

Tony Taylor.

I kept my focus on Paul and established an address for him in Georgetown DC. Database records listed his newly-created social security number, which in turn enabled us to establish where he was working and his landline number. A local researcher secured copies of his phone bills and sent them to me in Dublin. But, once again, there was nothing of interest.

Months passed. Christmas 1999 was coming, and Tony Taylor had been offside for some two years. I needed a break in the case. Then came a call from a journalist at a Dublin Sunday newspaper. They were working on a centre-page spread that listed Ireland’s most wanted persons, and knowing I had been searching for Taylor, they asked if I had any news. I sensed an opportunity. I helped the reporter out, gave them as much information as I could, and asked if they would highlight his case within the story. I said I felt the publicity could move it forward. My plan was, after publication, to courier a copy to our Maryland office. They would immediately take it to the son’s address in DC with a message reading, Sorry to hear your father got arrested.

A few days later, the newspaper carried the goods under the headline: Ireland’s Most Wanted. I sent it by FedEx to my partner agent, Terry. He wrote the anonymous note, pinned it to the newspaper, and delivered the package as if it had all just arrived from Ireland. Surveillance watched as junior picked up the package and took it inside.

My idea had been to keep tabs on the phone calls that immediately followed. But, frustratingly, we had to wait a month for the latest bill. When the time came, a researcher secured a copy from the phone company and faxed it over. On the very date the paper was delivered, there were four separate calls to a UK number. The area code was for Eastbourne in East Sussex, about twenty miles from my office in Brighton. The excitement among our staff was building. I called my Brighton office manager, Brian Lewis. He established that the number was an unlisted landline in the name of a Mr T Taylor at an address in Eastbourne town. It seemed our man had not changed his name. Yet we had to be absolutely certain it was him. I was the one with the English accent, so I took a chance, cobbled a pretext together and dialled. After a couple of rings, it went to an answering machine.

You have reached the Taylor household. There’s no one around so please leave a message.’

An Irish accent. I called Eddie Hobbs right away and asked him to dial the same number and listen. Ten minutes later, he got back to me.

Congratulations, you’ve found him. I’d recognise that voice anywhere.’

So the last leg of a long journey began. Brian Lewis and his team launched into surveillance the next morning. Within a few hours, they had sightings of a man matching Taylor’s description coming and going. Eddie requested a round-the-clock watch as Irish police went about arranging for an extradition warrant with the help of their counterparts in Eastbourne.

Three days later, my two-strong surveillance team, parked in a van, received a knock on the back door. A man in a commercial vehicle had pulled up. The visitor showed them his Sussex Police warrant card. He wanted to know what my agents were up to. They said to call me. My phone duly rang, and a detective sergeant told of his curiosity about the men in the van. I explained and said his office would likely be hearing from Dublin Police when the court cleared an extradition warrant.

‘I’ll put my cards on the table. We’ve already received a request from the Garda asking that we set up police surveillance on this man pending the issue of a warrant. There’s no point in the two of us doing it and getting under each other’s feet,’ the policeman said.

It made perfect sense that he and his team take over. I arranged for pictures, videos, and other details to be handed over and my guys left. Among the items were some receipts for computers sourced from his bins, which were significant. Taylor had started up in business once again, investing other people’s money.

Within a few days, the fifty-four-year-old was arrested. The story made headlines in Britain and Ireland given that he went on to fight the extradition proceedings. It took a few months, but eventually he went back to Ireland for a date at the Dublin Circuit Criminal Court. He pleaded guilty to five charges involving fraud and the destruction of documents. It was reported that investors lost sums of between £30,000 and £100,000. A number had entrusted him with their life savings, but they had no hope of getting the money back. He was given five years in jail.

IRISH TIMES

Broker who absconded gets five years for fraud

Tue Oct 02, 2001

The Irish Independent

https://www.independent.ie › business › getting-thumpe…

Ian Withers, private eye, tells Nick Webb how locating broker Tony Taylor was easy, compared to fending off a coup by ‘Mad’ Mike Hoare’s mercenaries.

The Irish Independent

https://www.independent.ie › irish-news › betrayed-part…

13 Aug 1999 — Mr Withers was hired by Mr Hobbs and an investor who lost money when Taylor disappeared in 1996. The rogue broker, originally from Ballsbridge, …



World Association of Professional Investigators

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22 Mar 2021 — Ian Withers. … And while based in Dublin in the Nineties he tracked down vanished investment broker Tony Taylor to an address in England.

Ian Withers is author of Dangerous Escapades.

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