Halpin looked over his shoulder. ‘Bloody hell. What is he, a master forger?’
‘He works in TV, they’re always making fake documents,’ said Richards. ‘Besides, who knows what a real Aussie driving licence or passport looks like? Anything with a bloody kangaroo on it will do.’
Richard’s chair was on wheels and he pushed himself backwards. The wheels rattled over the wooden boards.
He glared at Halpin. ‘Mate, if Carolyn is Jenny or Jenny is Carolyn, then what the hell did you do with that bloody trunk?’
‘It went over the side, boss, like I said.’
‘I do not fucking believe this,’ said Richards.
Halpin pulled up a chair and sat down opposite him. ‘She’s been playing us from the start, boss.’
‘But you said she was dead,’ said Richards. He narrowed his eyes. ‘Right?’
Halpin nodded.
‘But she can’t be, can she?’ Richards pointed at the digital recorder. ‘That’s her voice. That Terry faked the Jenny Hall documents. So she can’t be dead.’
‘I suppose so.’
‘You suppose so?’
‘What do you want me to say, boss?’
‘I want an explanation, that’s what I want. I want you to explain this to me, mate, because you’ve been swearing blind that you pushed her over the side.’ He narrowed his eyes as he stared at Halpin. ‘You said she was at the bottom of the North Sea.’
‘She is,’ said Halpin. ‘I mean, the trunk is. She must have got out of the trunk and put something else in to make up the weight.’
‘Now you tell me,’ said Richards. ‘Didn’t you check?’
‘Check what? You said you’d drugged her and that she was in the trunk. We went out to sea and chucked the trunk over the side. Don’t try to blame this on me, boss.’
Richards pointed a finger at Halpin’s face. ‘Don’t you get fucking lippy with me, Mick!’ he shouted.
Halpin held up his hands but didn’t say anything.
‘So she’s not dead and instead of going to the cops she’s playing silly buggers and pretending to be a non-existent twin sister.’ Richards rubbed the back of his neck. The tendons there had gone as taut as steel wires. ‘This is fucking ridiculous.’
‘We’ve got to take care of it, boss, and we’ve got to do it quickly. Today. Tomorrow.’
‘I thought we had taken care of it,’ said Richards.
‘Boss, I dumped that trunk over the side. And it went down fast. Really fast.’
‘Then she can’t have been in it, can she?’
‘It was locked boss. You locked her in there.’
‘Damn right I locked her in there. I locked her in the trunk and you threw the trunk into the North Sea and yet here she is fixing up fake passports with Terry bloody Carter. Explain that to me, Mick.’
‘I can’t,’ said Halpin.
‘You didn’t let her out, did you? You didn’t do some sort of deal with her? Is that what’s going on here? Are you and her setting me up?’
‘Now you’re being ridiculous, boss. Ask Sonny. He helped me pitch it over the side. Call him. Ask him.’
‘Maybe you’re both lying.’
‘Why, boss? Ask yourself that. I was there in the house when you topped Cohen. She saw me there. I ran after her, remember, and shot at her. Then I took care of that weasel, Dunbar, and Reg, the truck driver. Why would I do that if I was in cahoots with her?’
Richards nodded slowly, knowing that what Halpin had said made sense. But what didn’t make sense was the way Carolyn Castle had come back from the dead. That was a better trick than anything Harry Houdini had ever pulled.
‘We need to get this sorted, boss,’ said Halpin. ‘And quick. We need to take care of her and this guy, Terry. We need to take care of them and dump them out at sea.’
‘Five people? We’ve got to kill five people? Just because that shit Cohen stole from me. How the hell did this happen?’
‘Two,’ said Halpin. ‘Two more. Then it’s over.’
Richards ran his hands through his hair. ‘I don’t understand why she didn’t just go to the cops in the first place, when she saw me kill Cohen.’
‘Maybe she wasn’t sure, boss.’
‘Okay, but if she managed to get out of the bloody trunk, why didn’t she go to the cops then? Why pretend to be a non-existent sister?’
Halpin shrugged, lost for words.
‘What if she’s told the cops already?’
‘If she had we’d be behind bars already,’ said Halpin. ‘She’s up to something.’
‘Up to what? It doesn’t make any sense.’
‘Maybe she thinks if you believe Carolyn is dead you’ll leave her alone.’
‘But why didn’t she go to the cops?’
‘Maybe she’s scared of you, boss.’
‘So why come back as Jenny?’
‘Because she has to work. If she hides, she loses her job.’ A slow smile spread across his face. ‘That’s what she’s doing, boss. She’s hiding in plain sight. She pretends to be dead and her so-called twin carries on working. You leave her alone, she gets on with her life.’
Richards looked at Halpin and nodded slowly. ‘She saw me kill Cohen and figured if she told the cops then I’d kill her.’ He tilted his head on one side and smiled slyly. ‘That’s it, mate. She’s scared. She thinks if she gives evidence against me I’ll have her killed. She’s right, too.’
‘So we’ll do it, boss?’
Richards nodded. ‘I don’t see we’ve any choice.’
‘So where do we do it?’
‘We’ll start with Carter. We’ll wait here until he gets back. We can ask him a few questions then we’ll go over and pick up Carolyn.’ He took his phone out of his coat pocket. ‘I’ll call Sonny and tell him to get the boat ready, you go down and reset the alarm.’
CHAPTER 95
It was just after nine when they heard a key in the lock downstairs. Richards looked over at Halpin and nodded. Halpin smiled thinly and pulled a gun from his coat pocket. They heard the front door open and the alarm console began to beep. They heard the front door close, footsteps walking across the floor and then the beeping stopped.
Halpin grinned as they heard footsteps coming up the stairs. It was Terry Carter, holding a Nike backpack. His eyes widened when he saw Halpin. ‘Who the fuck are you?’ he said.
Halpin grinned. ‘I’m the guy with the gun aimed at your nuts,’ he said.
‘What are you doing in my house?’ He saw Richards for the first time and frowned in confusion. ‘Warwick? What the hell’s going on?’
Richards stood up and held out his hand. ‘Give me your phone, Terry.’
‘What?’
‘Give me your phone.’
Carter dropped his backpack and it hit the floor with a dull thud. ‘What’s going on?’ he asked. ‘What’s this about?’
‘Just give me your bloody phone.’
Carter reached into his pocket and took out a white iPhone. Richards took it from him. ‘I need you to call Jenny and get her over here,’ said Richards.
‘Fuck you,’ said Carter.
Richards shrugged. ‘If you don’t, Mick here’ll put a bullet in your head and we’ll drive around and see her at her place. Frankly I’m easy either way.’
‘Me, too,’ said Halpin, pointing his gun at Carter’s face. His finger tightened on the trigger.
Carter put up his hands. ‘Okay, okay,’ he said.
Richards smiled. ‘He scrolled through the phone menu and found Jenny’s number. ‘Terry, mate, we just want to talk to her, that’s all,’ he said. ‘Straighten a few things out.’
‘Okay,’ he said.
‘Just talk to her nice and calmly, ask her over for a drink, tell her there’s something you need to talk to her about, okay?’
Carter nodded again.
‘And just to be clear, you say one wrong thing and you get a bullet in your nuts,’ said Halpin.
‘Okay, okay, I get it,’ said Carter.
‘Good man,’ said Richards. He scrolled through the phone menu and called Jenny’s number. When it started to ring out, he handed it to Carter.
CHAPTER 96
It took Carolyn an hour to get to Carter’s place because she had been about to get into the shower when he called. She rang the doorbell and Carter opened the door. ‘I come bearing gifts,’ she said, holding up a bottle of claret. Carter took it from her as she stepped inside. Richards kicked the door closed and Halpin stepped out from behind a shelving unit packed with electrical equipment.