Even though he had long since moved into Major Crime, dealing mostly with homicide, reading the serials was still the way he liked to start his working day, seeing what was going on in his city, which he still considered his manor, as well as throughout the counties of Sussex and Surrey, which came under his remit. And scanning them at 7.45 a.m. on this Monday morning, he saw all the usual weekend detritus of fights in pubs, bars and streets in many of the town centres of Sussex, as well as burglaries, vehicle thefts, street robberies, a flasher, an assault, and someone missing after a midnight swim. But then he came to one serial that stopped him in his tracks.
He read it through carefully, noting the names of the victims and the attending officers then, fifteen minutes later, carried it in his head through into the briefing of Operation Canvas.
Seated with his team in the conference room, he opened the meeting by saying, ‘Last week at our meeting I raised the issue of the couple who had brought along a painting to the Antiques Roadshow. The pictures expert was very excited. He thought it might be one of the long-lost paintings the French artist Jean-Honoré Fragonard had done of the four seasons.’
He continued. ‘In light of the possible connection to Charlie Porteous, we made some enquiries and found out the name and address of the couple who took it to the show, a Mr and Mrs Kipling – Harry and Freya. He’s a builder and she’s a teacher, living in Patcham. Norman and Velvet subsequently visited them and talked to Mrs Kipling.’ He glanced at both detectives by way of acknowledgment. ‘They reported back that they believed Mrs Kipling’s story that they bought the painting in a car boot sale because they liked the frame. At that point there was another painting over the possible high-value one beneath.’
Potting and Wilde both nodded in confirmation.
‘I’ve just this morning checked the weekend serials and guess what? It appears the Kiplings had a burglary at their home on Saturday night.’
‘Was the painting taken, boss?’ Jack Alexander asked.
‘Nothing was taken, apparently.’
Grace looked around at the sea of frowns. ‘The couple called it in at a quarter to two on Sunday morning. A response crew, PCs John Alldridge and Dave Simmons, attended. They reported there was very clear evidence of a break-in – a windowpane was smashed – but nothing appeared to have been taken. In a follow-up post on the serials, Alldridge concluded that the couple may have disturbed the intruder who fled empty-handed.’ He paused. ‘My sense is that it is too much of a coincidence to dismiss that an attempted burglary was made on the Kiplings less than a week after Antiques Roadshow broadcast their possible Fragonard painting.’ He looked at the team and saw nods of agreement.
‘Norman and Velvet, how did you get on with Stuart Piper and with the Slippery Finn?’
Jack Alexander raised a hand. ‘Boss, Polly Sweeney and I went to see Jorma Mahlanen, at Norman’s request, because Norman had a series of medical appointments he needed to attend. Mahlanen was, as expected, evasive. He did finally admit, under questioning, that he knew Charlie Porteous, and had over the years bought a number of works of art from him. He also said that Porteous had contacted him, a few days before his death, saying he had what he believed to be an original Fragonard painting of spring, part of his Four Seasons. But he said the price Porteous wanted was too rich for him.’
‘And that was how much?’ Grace asked.
‘Five million pounds,’ Alexander replied.
‘That fits with the value Desouta put on the painting on the Antiques Roadshow,’ Grace said. ‘Could Mahlanen offer any explanation why his number was on the burner phone of one of the offenders we suspect murdered Porteous?’
Alexander shook his head and Sweeney nodded in confirmation. ‘He couldn’t, no.’
‘Did you believe him?’
‘He showed us some of his paintings and said that a quarter of a million pounds is pretty much the top price he ever pays.’ He shrugged.
Grace turned to Financial Investigator Emily Denyer. ‘Emily, what intel do we have on how Mahlanen accumulated his wealth?’
Denyer shook her head. ‘None, sir. He has a large number of legitimate business interests, and from the research I carried out, while the maths don’t add up, so far we have nothing to prove any criminal activity.’
‘But you believe Mahlanen is involved in some?’
‘Oh yes. But whether it’s drugs or cybercrime, I can’t yet say.’
‘OK,’ Grace replied. ‘You’ll keep on him?’
‘For sure, sir.’
‘So what about Stuart Piper?’
‘Norman and Velvet interviewed him later in the week,’ Alexander said.
‘Yes, chief,’ Potting said, taking over. ‘And a real charmer he is.’ He looked at Wilde for confirmation. She nodded. ‘A real charmer – not.’
‘He lives in a proper fuck-off historic house, guarded like Fort Knox,’ Potting said, ‘with hunks of hired muscle.’
‘He has unbelievable artwork on the walls,’ Wilde added. ‘Like, the National Gallery eat your heart out!’
‘He gave us an alibi for the night of Porteous’s murder, on 16 October 2015, chief,’ Potting continued. ‘That he was in his home in Barbados, where he normally spends the winter months. He has a very disfigured face, from a homophobic attack on him back in 1979, and claims that damp weather hurts his skin.’
Grace looked down at his notes. ‘Norman, in a previous briefing you told me that while Piper is not on the British police radar, he is on Interpol’s watchlist. What’s that about?’
‘Well,’ Potting said, looking pleased with himself. ‘I’ve been doing some digging over the weekend and spoken to a few of our Interpol contacts. It would appear that Piper has amassed a fortune from recovering works of art that have disappeared over the centuries – looted during times of trouble dating back from the French Revolution to the Nazi occupations. On the surface, all legit, and Piper has never had charges brought against him in any jurisdiction, but it would appear that many of these works of art that he has miraculously found might be very good forgeries. But here’s a big problem for us, chief.’ He fell silent.
‘And that is?’ Grace quizzed.
‘Well, from what I’ve discovered, the last thing the galleries or private collectors of these works, for which they’ve paid huge sums, want to know is that they might be forgeries, which makes identification extremely difficult. Added to which there are a few forgers, working with old canvases and old materials, whose work is apparently near impossible to detect.’
Grace frowned. ‘Does Piper have Fragonards amongst his collection?’
‘He said it would be a dream to have one, sir,’ Velvet Wilde said.
‘Do you believe him?’ Grace asked.
‘He’s very hard to read, sir. He has very little movement of his facial muscles.’
‘There is something I’d like to add from my research of the weekend, chief,’ Potting said, and shot a glance towards Stanstead. ‘I asked Luke to look back into Stuart Piper’s history. Back in 1979, when he was attacked, he very nearly died from his injuries and spent the best part of the following year having his face reconstructed. The records show that the three offenders who carried out this attack were subsequently identified and convicted. During the six years after their release from prison, at two-year intervals, all three were attacked and left with serious injuries. None of these link back to Stuart Piper, but it does seem perhaps a little coincidental.’
‘You’re suggesting these were reprisal attacks either carried out by Piper or orchestrated by him, Norman?’ Grace asked.