‘That would be Lennie Plenderleith?’
‘Spot on again. The places were bought by an offshore company set up by Ken Green. He told us that it was owned by Tomas and Regine alone, but we know he lied about that. We’re certain there was a partner involved, and we know that when they completed the deal Zaliukas put up half the money personally, and the rest was paid in untraceable bonds. With me?’
‘Of course.’
‘Let’s go on, then. The night before Tomas died. . get that, the night before. . his brother Jonas, who’d only arrived from Lithuania a few days before, told the managers to close up. Next day they were summoned to meet a guy none of them knew. He showed them a letter from Tommy, saying that the businesses were under new direction, and he said that he was the director.’
‘Do you know what triggered this?’
‘You’re bound to remember Tomas’s cousin,’ McIlhenney grinned, challenging.
‘Valdas Gerulaitis? Yes. Slimy character; he does Tomas’s books, in theory, but that’s just to keep him employed and out of trouble. Of all Zaliukas’s home country crew he’s the only one who’s family, and that’s why he was tolerated. He’s a bad bastard and he’s not too clever with it either.’
‘You’re not wrong on either count,’ the superintendent told him. ‘A few months ago he decided on a wee bit of private enterprise. He imported nine girls from Estonia, hidden in a lorry, and put them to work on their backs in the massage parlour; more profit per shag than the local talent, so he thought. That seems to have been the catalyst.’
Martin’s eyebrows rose. ‘Indeed! Now that’s something the SCDEA is interested in. Traffickers of women for prostitution are among our key targets. I’ve got a dedicated team on it. Have you made an arrest? If you have I’d like them to sit in on the interview.’
‘You’ve been very busy, Andy. You’ve missed another chapter. Gerulaitis is dead too, and his wife; they were caught in a fire in their house last Thursday.’
‘Jesus, this gets better. Where are you holding the women?’
‘We’ve only got one of them.’ McIlhenney explained how Anna Romanova had been found, and how she had been treated. ‘She’s still in hospital, and she’ll be taken into care after that. The other eight were being kept at a flat in Scotland Street, but they were moved from there on Wednesday, by two women. We’ve no idea who they are.’
‘Can my people talk to this Anna girl?’
‘Sure,’ said Skinner, ‘but you won’t learn anything. We believe this was a one-off piece of private enterprise by Valdas, and now he’s dead. This is our reasoning. Zaliukas let Valdas run the Edinburgh massage parlours, and he pulled this daft stroke behind his back. Somehow, the unknown partner found out about it before Tomas did, and the stuff hit the ventilator. The pressure on him was so great that he killed himself. . and he did; there’s no other possibility. But something strange happened after that. In his will, he left his stake in the offshore company to Valdas’s wife, Laima, a fucking horrible woman by all accounts.’
‘She was,’ Martin agreed. ‘As I recall, the Lithuanians all called her the Gorgon.’
‘Ironic: she wound up being more or less turned to stone herself. Anyway, the following evening, she and he went to the bad fire, and about twenty-four hours later, Ken Green, who’d set up the company, was killed in a car crash, on his way to a cottage where he kept details of the parts of his business that he didn’t want anyone else to see. We can’t prove otherwise, not to jury standards, but we don’t believe for a fucking minute that these deaths were accidental. They were loose ends being tied off. On top of that, Green’s files on Lituania SAFI have vanished from his cottage hideaway. Jack McGurk’s out there just now, with a forensic team. Jack’s found a key hidden under a plant pot in the garden. . and there were recent marks in the soil beneath it that make it look as if it was used and then replaced. Someone’s been in before them.’
‘I can follow all that,’ Martin told him. ‘So Tomas’s partner’s made a hostile takeover for the business, and you’re stuck.’ He grinned. ‘I’m flattered to be asked for help, but what makes you think I can?’
‘Because we’re not entirely stuck. We’ve got a description of the man who dumped young Anna at the doctor’s. Also. . and this is where you come in. . we’ve discovered that Lituania SAFI has property interests outside Edinburgh. It owns a sex shop, nine massage parlours and a couple of bingo halls, and six of these places are in your old patch, Tayside.’
‘I can see why you’re clutching at this straw, Bob,’ his colleague replied, ‘but I doubt if I can add anything. I take it these places are all owned by the offshore company and licensed by someone else?’
‘Yes.’
‘OK. If you give me a list of the managers I’ll see if they’ve got form, but other than that. .’
‘We’ve already checked that. They’ve got nothing more than a few speeding charges among the lot of them.’
‘Then I don’t see what else I can do. Yes, we took an interest in these places in Tayside, but in truth, in my time there we never had any complaints about any of them. We had a woman in Perth who skulled her husband with the steam iron when she found some credit card payments to the parlour there, but that’s the only occasion I remember any of those places coming to the attention of the police.’
Skinner sighed. ‘Fuck it,’ he muttered. ‘It was a forlorn hope, I suppose.’
‘Look,’ Martin offered, ‘if you tell me you think this is serious organised crime, I will put a team on it, but to me it looks like a fairly localised turf war over some brothels. Even if you’re right, what can we do? We could interview each licensee or manager; but if they are working for a guy who’s serious enough to have had three people killed to protect his identity, do you think they’re going to tell you who he is? I’m new in post, and I cannot send my people off fishing for guppies when their job is to catch sharks.’
‘No; I understand that,’ the chief constable conceded. ‘Too bad. We’ll just need to keep on looking for Desperate Dan. He’s the last hope we have.’
‘Who?’
Skinner chuckled. ‘Ah, it’s just a nickname, for the guy who delivered Anna to the surgery, and who might well have done for Linas Jankauskas, her pimp. . although I’m still not convinced Jonas Zaliukas didn’t take him out. The witness who gave us his description said he’s a dead ringer for the old comic book cowboy.’
‘Bloody hell!’ Martin exclaimed. ‘Why didn’t you tell me that before?’
‘Why?’
‘Because I reckon I know who he is.’
Seventy-one
‘I’m glad we had the satellite navigation,’ said Becky Stallings. ‘This place is further off the motorway than I’d thought from looking at the map. And it’s not very big either.’
‘We’d have found it,’ Mario McGuire assured her. ‘My mother lives in Tuscany. Compared to some of the in-country villages there, this Mezin is a metropolis.’ As he spoke, the mellifluous female voice from the box told him to take a right turn into Place Armand Fallières. When he obeyed, it told him that his destination was straight ahead. He drew the car to a halt at the kerbside, in what appeared to be, in the faint light just after nightfall, a square, bounded on two sides by shops and a pizzeria, on the third by a church, and on the fourth, in the direction in which they faced, by houses, with a street opening to the left. ‘That must be Rue St Cauzimis,’ he murmured.
‘What time is it?’ Stallings asked. ‘I can’t find it on this display.’
‘It’s down there in the corner, see,’ he replied. ‘Bottom right. It’s seven, on the dot.’
‘Will we go straight there?’
‘No, let’s check into the hotel and dump the motor. According to the map, it’s just behind the church.’ He engaged gear, and drove slowly towards the foot of the square. There he found, as he had expected, a second road beside Rue St Cauzimis, that led into a large manor house with a sign that read ‘Hotel de Ville’.