Lester Eugene Chase III Les, Gene Con artist, checks drawn on nonexistent account, grand larceny by check Manchester, New Hampshire

18th of Nov, 2011 by User772519

I own a limousine company in New England. I was contacted by this person Lester Eugene Chase the Third for business services. He claimed he was an independent nightclub promoter for clubs in Boston, New York, Detroit, and LA. This turned out to be false (confirmed by nightclub management). He ran up over $2000 in transportation service bills, which he paid by business check. The checks all bounced, and I happened to have him in the car when I was notified by the bank- they actually CALLED me because it seemed so suspicious. I took him aside (his 'employee' was with us) and he apologized and said he'd been the victim of identity theft and his bank must have not unfrozen his accounts. He claimed that he could arrange a wire transfer, and I agreed. I should have driven him right to the PD. The wire transfer never came through, and after communicating with him for a couple weeks, his phone stopped working. I subsequently got a call from his 'employee', asking if I'd heard from Mr. Chase. Apparently the payroll checks were also bad. The employee gave me informatin on some other people known to associate with Mr. Chase, such as the club owners and another limo company. ALL of them had at least a bad feeling about the guy (I got the sense he was a coke dealer and possibly had a manic personality disorder of some sort) and the limo company that he had used previously, on the North Shore by Boston, had also been ripped off. The employee also told me that MR. Chase's old cell phone (the one I had as his contact) was in his possession. This guy is bad news and if you work for him, expect to get ripped off. His description: About 5'8 Overweight (possibly 250lbs?) Light hair, skin. Blue eyes maybe? Has a very intense squirrely manner that is unmistakable. When he tells a story, he punctuates it with a weird daffy duck/Burt Reynolds in Cannonball run sort of squeak-quack out the corner of his mouth. It's like a tic. He will try to impress you with stories that aren't true, and show you pics of his hot wife who rides a GSXR (the bike doesn't exist and the 'wife' doesn't either; the pics turned out to be the girlfriend of a Chicago DJ that he had taken while scamming some other city). Other stories that will identify him (all totally fabricated): -he has a helicopter license -his uncle owns a retired Budweiser horse -he used to own a house in the Carolinas and had a Hummer (or lamborghini, depending on how cocked he is when telling the story -half the starting line of the New England Patriots use his services to book tables at nightclubs

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