After twenty nine years as an independent financial adviser, I thought I knew enough to get by. My clients had, for the most part, enjoyed steady and relatively low risk growth to their portfolios, as had mine.

That was until I began to receive Skype messages from a dead friend. An extremely odd affair, given the circumstances, but the stock market tips they included were incredible, along with
the riches that followed.

But all things come with a price, which in this case, looked set to be my life.

I had no idea that I'd become a tool and target of some of the...