Escape to Scotland

I used to work for an Accountancy practice. There, I was accused of misappropriating twenty five thousand pounds from the firm's books, of which, of course, I knew I was completely innocent, although all the evidence pointed to me as being guilty. My firm put me on a months leave while they investigated it further. Time went by and I was getting no further in proving my innocence. Somehow or another, my then girlfriend Pat, who worked in the same firm as me, seemed to me to be involved with the fraud. So I delved further. It appeared that her ex-husband, Tony Ashurst, who was a computer expert, was the one who had fraudulently transferred the money from the firm's accounts into one of my little used bank accounts and then transferred it from there to use for his own purposes. I passed all this information on to my employers and the police, who were now also involved in the case. At that point I took a break to get away from it all to a cottage in the mountains in the Western Highlands of Scotland, where I met and fell in love with a Scottish lassie named Sheena. When I eventually returned to my home, after much nagging and harassing on my part, I managed to convince the police and my employers that Ashurst and Stewart were the guilty parties in the fraud. There was a trial and sentence pronounced. During all of this my love for Sheena increased but you'll have to read the whole story to see where that led me.