‘How did you find that out?’
‘Basic company research,’ I said glibly. I hadn’t told him about Kravitz; Mark prefers to operate discreetly.
He swallowed that without a sign of doubt. ‘Of course. The project had to appear legitimate, since we were dealing with legitimate people, mostly. Pintore, the law firm that registered it, is absolutely kosher. Anyway, Gresch agreed to go along with it, and said he could find the second man. He contacted his handler, and I was told to go to Kaunas to meet up with him, and eventually to meet Lidia Bromberg.’
‘I know you went there; Susannah told me. So you did meet Bromberg? Why didn’t you recognise her this afternoon?’
‘Ah, but I didn’t. Somebody else showed up in her place, a Canadian guy Gresch said he’d never met before.’
‘How did you know he was Canadian, not American?’
‘One, there’s a slight thing about the Canadian accent: there’s a bit of Scots in it, as in the way they say “house”. Two, he wore a maple-leaf badge in his lapel. Honest to God, it was like a bloody job interview. He asked us about our backgrounds, and we told him. He asked how I swung so much remission, and I said that was how it worked in England. . plus when I was in I’d given the prison governor stock-market tips that had done very nicely for him. He laughed at that.’
‘Was it true?’
‘Of course not. Those people are incorruptible.’
‘I take it you passed.’
‘Not there and then. The Canadian. .’
‘Rowland?’
‘Eh?’
‘Was he Alastair Rowland, the chairman of the board, according to the website?’
‘Maybe. I’ve never met Rowland, not to my knowledge at any rate. Anyway, as I was saying, the Canadian guy, who never did give us his name, told us that they had some further checking to do on us. He told me to go back to Switzerland and wait for word. But he also made it clear that if the two of us didn’t check out okay, that would be very bad news. In fact it would be hazardous to our health.’
‘But you did, obviously.’
‘Yes. A couple of weeks later, Gresch turned up in Davos, only he checked himself in as George Macela. He told me we were on board, and that we were moving to Seville. He gave me paper identifying me as Roy Urquhart. He said our new team would not be expecting me to serve any formal notice period in Switzerland, and that when I left, they’d expect me to trawl the Cinq Pistes records for potential contacts. . as I did, but I imagine Susannah told you that.’
‘Yes. So you and “Macela” changed identities and you started your new job.’ Frank nodded. ‘Did he ever describe Lidia Bromberg to you?’
‘No, but it’s a pretty fair bet that she’s stocky, with dark hair, big bazookas and currently sporting a superficial stab wound in her arse.’
The thought amused me, I’m afraid. ‘And Caballero, when did you meet him?’
‘As soon as we got there. Gresch told me to report to Calle Alvarez Quintero forty-seven, and when I did, the council-man turned up. His mother owns the place, but she’s in a care home, so he told us we could stop there.’
‘Shouldn’t this super-complex have had an office?’
‘There wasn’t any need. Hardly any of our punters ever wanted to come to Seville. When someone did, we met them in Hotel Alfonso Thirteen, and pitched the project to them in a meeting room there, videos, literature, the lot, then took them to see the site. They all went away happy, and we banked their cheques shortly afterwards.’
‘Who controlled the money?’
‘Ultimately? That’s what Gresch and I were supposed to find out, but we never did.’
‘Caballero?’
‘Maybe, but I doubt it. At first I thought that he was a mug, the owner of the land and our fixer with local and national government, and no more than that.’
‘I can tell you different.’
‘Sure, but I found that out for myself a while back.’
‘How?’
‘I’ll get to that too. Let me fill you in on the rest. For a start, I never trusted Gresch.’
‘Why not?’
‘Because I was told not to by my controller in London: she thought the Germans were taking a huge chance, thinking they could bring a recidivist criminal on to their side.’
‘Hell’s teeth, Frank, what are you?’
‘I’m not a career crook. I’m a guy who chanced his arm and got caught, but unlike others I didn’t rob anyone. . okay, technically I did, but ultimately I didn’t cost anyone any money. I was convinced that if this thing had played out, Gresch would have taken his cash and run with the rest of them. We were supposed to have three objectives, right: find the source of the so-called seed capital, find the person or people behind the scam, and pull it down before the innocent investors lost all their money. We didn’t achieve any of those objectives. I found that I was having no contact with anyone in the organisation, other than Gresch, and I suspected the guy had been keeping secrets from me.’ He drained his glass again, and refilled it.
‘I was supposed to be the sales director,’ he continued, ‘and he, the older man, was supposed to be the CEO; that meant that he, rather than I, received funds from investors, either by cheque or transfer. When I asked him what he was doing with it, he said that I didn’t need to know that. I told him that I damn well did, but he said something about having orders from above to share only necessary information as a basic security measure.’
‘You didn’t believe him?’
‘No. I checked with my controller, and she said it was crap. So, next time we received a payment I followed Gresch and, blow me, didn’t he go straight to Caballero.’
‘What did you do? Confront him? Is that when it all got rough?’
‘No, not then.’ He grinned. ‘I broke into Caballero’s house, didn’t I? There was a civic do one night and I knew that he and his wife would be there, so I let myself in, as I’d been taught to do. . imagine, recruiting a guy from prison, then having to train him in burglary. . and I went through his desk, and his safe. In there I found a file, detailing the money Gresch had passed on, and containing bank slips showing that it had been transferred to a bank in Luxembourg, into the project’s company account. I also found a list of the investors, and saw where the seed capital had come from, a French company called Energi, on behalf of something called the Banovsky Corporation.’
‘Good for you. Then did you confront Gresch?’
‘No. I was due to go to Brussels to meet a potential investor. I left a day early and went to London first, to see my controller. I told her what I’d found and we did some very quick digging into the Banovsky Corporation. We found that it’s a dormant company, based in Slovakia. Energi is a coal-mining operation, working in the north of France. A very quick look into it told us nothing about its ultimate owners, the people behind Banovsky, but did reveal that one of its minor shareholders is Emil Caballero.’
‘Wow!’ That may sound trite, but I really did say it at the time. ‘You clever lad! So why’s he still walking about?’
‘Because I was told to go on to my meeting in Brussels as if nothing had happened, then head on back to Seville and carry on business as usual until I was contacted. My controller said that the piece of the jigsaw they needed was Lidia Bromberg. They’d been trying to find her since that initial contact with Gresch, but with no joy. Hopefully a few days’ digging into Energi, and the Banovsky Corporation, would lead us to her, and to the mysterious Canadian.’
‘You did all as you were told?’
‘Yes, like a good little agent I went back into character, did the deal in Brussels, and took the mug’s cheque back to Seville, to number forty-seven. I’d been supposed to visit my mum before I went back, but my boss said, “No, no time for that.” When I got there, the first thing I saw was Gresch, tied to a chair and clearly on another planet. The second was the Canadian. Then another guy came out of the kitchen, someone I’d never seen before. They weren’t pleased with me: I could tell by the size of the knives they were holding.’