‘The name’s nothing to do with me,’ said Richards. ‘It was built by a Russian guy and he named it after his mistress. I thought about changing it but apparently that’s unlucky so I’ve left it.’
‘You could always look out for a girl with that name,’ she said.
‘I’m on the case,’ he said. ‘Seriously, it’s not a bad name. It’s not some stupid play on words. Anyway, it’s sort of grown on me.’ They reached the stern and he helped her on board.
‘It’s huge,’ she said. He joined her on the deck and took a set of keys from his pocket. They walked across a seating area with black leather bench seats protected from the elements by a white canvas awning. There were racks of diving equipment including compressed air cylinders underneath the seats
‘There are plenty of bigger boats around,’ he said. ‘But this is fine for me. There are two large suites down below and another four berths so it can sleep eight. But, like I said, I mainly use it for entertaining. I’ll take you for a run down the Thames one day, if you like. See the sights.’
‘Do you sail it?’
‘Drive,’ he said. ‘You drive a boat like this. And no, I have a captain who does the driving. You’ve got to know what you’re doing on the Thames.’ He unlocked the sliding door that led to the main cabin and switched on the lights. ‘Come on, I’ll give you the tour.’
Richards showed her around the boat and Carolyn had to admit it was pretty impressive. The bathrooms wouldn’t be out of place in a five star hotel and the bedrooms were luxurious with polished teak floors and flat screen TVs. He took her coat from her when she got back to the main cabin and she dropped down onto a plush leather sofa. ‘I love it,’ she said. ‘It’s bigger than my first flat.’
Richards laughed. “I know what you mean,’ he said. ‘First place I lived in after I left home you couldn’t swing a cat in. I know because I tried.’ He went over to a built in bar. ‘Cocktail? Wine? What’s your poison?’
‘Wine would be great,’ said Carolyn. ‘Red, if you have it?’
Richards opened a cupboard and took out a bottle of claret. He showed it to her. Carolyn recognised the label. It was a very, very expensive bottle.
‘Are we celebrating?’
‘Maybe,’ he said. ‘Your first visit to the Alina. We can celebrate that.’
‘And you keep it in the fridge?’
Richards shrugged. ‘What can I say? I like chilled red wine. It’s not a capital offence, is it?’
Carolyn laughed. ‘I’d be interested to know your position on warm champagne.’
He used a chrome corkscrew and poured wine into two glasses. ‘So your first flat,’ he said. ‘Where was it?’
‘Clapham,’ she said. ‘I was trying to get started as an actress and I had to share with two other girls. There was only one bedroom so we took it in turns to sleep on the sofa.’ She patted the sofa she was sitting on. ‘And that was about half the size of this one.’
‘Funny how life works out,’ he said, carrying over the two glasses. ‘Back then, you’ve no idea how things are going to work out. It’s scary but at the same time it’s…’
‘Exhilarating?’
He nodded and handed her one of the glasses. ‘Yeah. It makes life worth living. Gives it that kick, you know?’ He sat down next to her and they clinked glasses. ‘To the good old days,’ he said.
They both drank. Carolyn looked around the boat. ‘When you were in that flat swinging cats around, you probably never dreamed you’d end up with a boat like this.’
Richards grinned. ‘You know, even when I was a kid I knew I was destined for better things. I knew what I wanted, and I knew if I worked hard I’d get it. And I did.’ He waved his hand around the boat. ‘This is the third boat I’ve owned and each was bigger than the last.’ That was when Carolyn saw the statue. It was a dolphin, in crystal. Her eyes widened as she stared at it. It was the statue that had crushed Cohen’s skull, she was sure of that. But what was it doing on the boat? She felt suddenly dizzy and put a hand up to her forehead.
‘Carolyn, are you okay?’
‘I feel a bit woozy.’
‘Try a bit more wine. It might settle your stomach.’
Carolyn did as he suggested but, as she sipped her wine, she realised that what he’d said didn’t make sense.
‘You’ve just been overworking,’ he said.
She nodded. ‘It’s been a rough few weeks, that’s true.’
‘You should take some time off.’ He clinked his glass against hers. ‘Tell you what, take two weeks off and we’ll go down to Spain. I’ve a place in Marbella. A villa overlooking the sea. It’s got a staff and everything. We’ll be waited on hand and foot.’
Carolyn laughed but her voice sounded distant, as if she was hearing it through water. ‘Sounds wonderful.’
‘Drink your wine.’
Carolyn took another swallow of wine and realised her glass was empty. She smiled at Richards but her lips felt numb. ‘I feel funny,’ she said.
‘Why don’t you lie down for a while?’ said Richards, taking the empty glass from her.
Carolyn tried to speak but she was finding it hard to keep her eyes open. She rested her head back and passed out.
CHAPTER 56
Richards took both glasses into the galley and washed them clean. The drug he’d used would keep her out for six or seven hours. He poured the rest of the wine into the sink and put the bottle in the trash. There was a storage area in the stern and inside was a black metal trunk, about five feet by three feet by two feet. He carried it through into the main cabin. Carolyn was snoring softly. He picked her up and placed her in the trunk, put her bag by her feet and then closed the lid. He looked around the room and spotted her coat. He picked it up and opened the trunk again. He stood looking down at her. She looked so peaceful, like a small child. Her hair had fallen across her face and it moved each time she exhaled. ‘I’m sorry, honey,’ he said, ‘but this has to be done. I wish there was some other way.’ He draped her coat over and closed the lid. He took a deep breath. There was a part of him that wanted to take her out of the trunk and pretend she’d never been drugged, take her to a restaurant and enjoy her company and then, eventually, take her to bed. But she had seen him kill Nicholas Cohen, he was sure of that. He’d seen the look in her eyes when she’d spotted the crystal dolphin. She’d disguised her reaction quickly, she was one hell of an actress, but there was no doubt she’d recognised it. And that meant he could never relax so long as she was alive. He took another deep breath and headed for the stern.
He waited until he was back at the car before phoning Halpin. ‘It’s all in hand,’ he said. ‘Where are you?’
‘About half an hour away,’ said Halpin.
‘Okay, I’m going to head to the club. I’ll be there all night. You take the boat out, dump her when it’s dark.’
‘Consider it done,’ said Halpin.
Richards ended the call, climbed into his Porsche and drove to central London.
CHAPTER 57
It was starting to get dark when Halpin arrived at the marina. He was with Sonny Parker, the man that Richards hired to drive the boat. Parker was in his late fifties, grey haired and his skin leathered from years in the sun. He’d been a keen yachtsman in his teens, crewing for wealthy owners year-round, and in his twenties he had sailed around the world single-handed in a thirty-foot yacht. In his thirties, he made a living smuggling cannabis from North Africa into the UK and, as a result, spent most of his forties behind bars, during which time his wife divorced him and the police seized almost all his assets. Now in his fifties, he offered his services as a freelance captain, though he did risk the occasional drugs run if the price was right. Parker worked for cash and never asked questions. He had helped dump the trunk containing Nicholas Cohen for two thousand pounds and had agreed to help Halpin with the second trunk for the same amount. He parked his car and walked with Parker to the boat. ‘Let me have a quick look around and then you can let go the ropes,’ said Parker.