‘You’ll have to excuse my pal,’ Lanigan said. ‘He never took too kindly to life creeping up and biting him on the ass.’
‘I only protected your ass for thirty-two years in this city, buddy! But I appreciate your sentiments.’
Looking serious now, Lanigan said, ‘So, I wanna do everything I can to help you guys. Where do we begin, how do you wanna play this?’
‘Pat,’ Sorokin said, ‘Johnny Fordwater here is a decorated war hero. He served his country, rank of major in the military, and put his life on the line, then lost his beloved wife. He deserves happiness in his twilight years. Having dedicated forty years of my life to serving my country, mostly through the NYPD, I kind of feel the same. Instead, both of us have been hit pretty hard. How do we wanna play it? Hardball, is what I say.’ He looked at the Englishman for confirmation.
‘Detective Investigator Lanigan,’ Johnny Fordwater said, ‘the thing is—’
‘Pat, please,’ Lanigan interjected.
‘OK, Pat. Thank you. Matt and I know there is little — if any — hope of ever recovering what we’ve lost. We’ve both been damned fools, in our own ways. But if there’s to be any good out of all this mess it will be to — somehow — use our experience to help prevent others from becoming victims. And just maybe, in the process, find a way to recover some of our losses.’
Sorokin was looking studiously at his phone. ‘What we’d like, Pat, is for you to use whatever contacts you have in the NYPD, currently, to track down the shitbags behind this. I’ll do whatever it takes.’
Johnny stared at the family tree behind him. ‘Are the New York Mafia involved in this area, Pat?’
‘I’m sure it’s a business they’d love to be in,’ Lanigan said. ‘These guys hate to miss out on any opportunity. But mostly they carry on their business the way they always have done — with one foot in the past, and they’re being overtaken. They’ve not moved into technology. They’re still doing mostly their same protection racketeering shit but with smaller traders now, because none of the big ones have cash these days, it’s all credit cards and online. So now it’s the corner stores, the little guys who are struggling who are their prey, as well as the same old smuggling cigarettes and alcohol, fake designer goods and prostitution. The Mob are behind the eight-ball when it comes to internet crime — for now, anyhows.’
‘Probably not for long,’ Sorokin commented.
Lanigan nodded. ‘So, I talked to a couple of Secret Service guys who are housed right here in this building, just one floor up, and they say internet financial fraud comes mostly under Homeland Security or the FBI depending on jurisdiction.’ He looked at them. ‘So, here’s the thing. I’ve spoken to internet fraud guys in both these outfits here in New York and they tell me the ringleaders are almost all based either out of Africa or Eastern Europe. The major player in tackling internet fraud is the City of London Police Economic Crimes Unit, but they’re creaking under the strain. We’re talking about an epidemic here. Over one billion dollars in this country in the last year alone.’
‘One billion?’ Johnny said.
‘One billion that they know about. The true figure could be way above that. A lot of people are too embarrassed to admit to anyone they’ve been scammed. And large corporations, too. It’s party time for the con artists. Banking, credit card fraud, romance fraud, mortgage fraud, and still, after thirty years, every day of every week someone falls for an email telling them their uncle in Nigeria has died leaving a fortune of a hundred million bucks they can’t get out of the country, and all they have to do is send four blank sheets of signed letterhead notepaper to get a share of it. Every damn day of the week some poor damned sucker is standing in a hotel lobby, somewhere in the world, waiting for a guy to turn up with ten million bucks in a suitcase who is never going to appear. And they’re gonna find out they’ve just been cleaned out of every cent they have in the world. I hate to have to tell you, but you guys are small beer in this shitstorm.’
‘Well, that’s just great to hear, Pat,’ Sorokin said, bitterly.
Lanigan raised his arms placatingly. ‘I have someone who may be of help to you guys.’
‘You do?’ Johnny’s hopes rose.
‘Uh-huh. Someone the FBI Cybercrime Unit has worked with in the past. This is one smart guy — he’s been an advisor to both Apple and Microsoft on cybersecurity.’ Lanigan looked directly at the Englishman. ‘And he must be near where you live, Johnny. Ray Packham. Recently retired from the Sussex Police Digital Forensics Team due to a health issue. Set himself up as an independent consultant investigating internet fraud. The guys here say he’s the top banana, knows how to drill down through pretty much any internet exchange. My advice to you guys is to go talk to him.’
‘I’ve flown all the way to New York for you to tell me this?’ Johnny said, angrily. He looked at Sorokin, who shrugged. ‘We could have done this in a phone call — instead I’ve forked out over £500 I no longer have to fly out here. This expense I really did not need. I’d rather have given the money straight to this Packman fellow.’
‘Packham,’ Lanigan corrected. Fordwater snorted.
‘Johnny, we needed you here in person to share the intelligence — that’s something we could only do face to face. We had to meet, this was not going to happen over the phone or via email. OK?’
Fordwater shrugged. ‘OK, so be it. But I’m not exactly happy.’
‘What time’s your flight?’ Sorokin asked.
‘I got the latest one out I could, to give us plenty of time,’ Johnny replied. ‘Nine o’clock this evening, I think it is. I might as well try to get an earlier one.’
‘Tell you what, Johnny,’ Lanigan said. ‘It’s a beautiful city. You’ve not been here before, right?’
‘Right.’
‘How about I take you guys on a ride around, since you’ve come all this way. Would you like to see the Dakota?’
‘The what?’ Johnny asked.
‘The apartment building that was used in the movie Rosemary’s Baby. It’s where John Lennon lived — and was murdered. I’ll show you the place where poor John was shot. Terrible. I’ll take you across to the memorial in Central Park, Strawberry Fields — would you like to see that? Were you a Beatles fan?’
‘Not particularly.’
‘We’re talking the greatest musicians of all time, Johnny.’
‘That’s what you think.’
‘We all got our opinions. That’s what Francene and I think about John, anyhows. What else would you like to see while you’re here, Major? Any place you’d like me to take you?’
‘The airport.’
41
Monday 8 October
Success is the ability to go from one failure to another, with no loss of enthusiasm.
Toby Seward, who was sitting at his desk reading through his filed collection of quotes, liked to tell that one from Churchill to salesmen. He was searching for appropriate ones for a motivational speech he had to give on Wednesday, to 400 double-glazing sales people at their company’s annual conference. He cut and pasted it into his speech as a possible, then searched for more.
In the background was BBC Radio Sussex, his regular daytime companion when he was working at home. He knew his local station well, and did an occasional afternoon slot on it, talking about how to motivate oneself. He came to another quote that was particularly appropriate to sales teams.
The most dangerous phrase in the English language is, ‘We’ve always done it this way.’
That always amused him. And when he used it, he would see a large number of his audience amused, too, just for a moment, before they squirmed at the uncomfortable truth.