By the way, I checked my crypto account the other day, and it’s now worth fifty-six thousand pounds. So thank you, Henrik.
Andrew Everton looks very sure of himself. Has no idea of what he is walking into. Elizabeth gave him a tip-off – ‘absolutely between us, Andrew’ – about the Viking. The money-launderer who had been trying to kill us. ‘I can get you a meeting, don’t ask me how, and don’t ask me where, just thank me. Perhaps you could pay him a visit?’
And paying him a visit is exactly what Andrew Everton is doing now. Not to gather evidence, not to arrest him, but simply because he is a man in great need of a money-launderer.
Because Andrew Everton was the brains behind the VAT fraud. Andrew Everton killed Bethany Waites and blackmailed Jack Mason and Heather Garbutt into silence.
In his book Given in Evidence, I think I told you about it, the main character is a gangland boss called Big Mick. And Big Mick’s full name?
Michael Gullis.
A silly error very early on in the scam. We all make mistakes.
And in case you’re wondering if it might be a coincidence, the name of the other early payee also crops up in one of Andrew Everton’s books.
I told you Ibrahim cracked ‘Carron Whitehead’. It was simple really.
It’s an anagram of ‘Catherine Howard’. The teak-tough detective. Clever Ibrahim.
So our guess was that Andrew Everton, so far unable to unlock any of the proceeds of the fraud, might like to have a private chat with the Viking.
And that ‘private chat’ is what we’re watching right now.
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‘I’m a police officer,’ says Andrew Everton. ‘You understand that, of course?’
‘I understand,’ says the Viking. ‘So long as you are not filming me or recording me, we are cool.’
‘Likewise,’ says Andrew Everton. ‘Though if you are taping me, not a single word of it would be admissible in court anyway, so you’d be wasting your time.’
‘No one is taping anyone,’ says the Viking. ‘That’s not how I work. You say you need my help?’
Andrew Everton leans forward. ‘I have ten million pounds in various accounts around the world. I currently have no way of retrieving it without questions. I am hoping you might be able to help me.’
‘Ten million? Yes, easy,’ says the Viking. ‘What’s in it for me?’
‘Half a million,’ says Andrew Everton.
The Viking laughs.
‘And a chief constable on your payroll. You look after me, I’ll look after you.’
The Viking nods. ‘I need to know where the money is from. Some money I won’t touch.’
‘A VAT fraud, from about ten years ago. Mobile phones in and out of Dover. Easy money.’
‘Your idea? asks the Viking.
‘Guilty,’ says Andrew Everton. ‘I was writing a book. I write, for my sins, and I came up with this scheme, just a plot really. But the more I thought about it, I realized, you know what, I’m not going to put it in the book, I’m going to do it for real.’
‘Clever.’
‘Well, sometimes I use real crimes for my plots. This time I used one of my plots for a real crime.’
‘How did you do it?’ asks the Viking.
‘I wasn’t a chief constable back then, but I knew a few people. Talked to a man called Jack Mason. Ran all sorts of dodgy enterprises, but he was always too smart to get caught. And that’s exactly what I needed. I told him the plan, and we went into business together.’
‘And you made ten million?’
‘Thereabouts,’ says Andrew Everton.
‘Why did you stop?’
‘A journalist was looking into it. She was getting a little too close for comfort. Managed to send one of our team to jail, so we backed off.’
‘And did the journalist back off?’
‘Well, no,’ says Andrew Everton. ‘She died.’
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Elizabeth and Viktor look very happy with how this is all going.
You have to hand it to Henrik. ‘Your idea?’ ‘How did you do it?’ ‘You made ten million?’ ‘Why did you stop?’ All the questions that they drummed into him. The perfect confession.
Elizabeth knew Andrew Everton would be completely honest. He needs the Viking to trust him and help him, he has the ego to want credit for his own scheme, and, as he said himself, nothing on the tape could be used in a court of law.
But, of course, it doesn’t have to be. That’s the beauty of Elizabeth’s plan. Andrew Everton will be found guilty long before he sees the inside of a court.
Mike is pacing up and down the kitchen, practising his lines for later.
75
Fiona Clemence has so many messages from concerned friends.
Fi u been hacked
Insta hacked!
Have u seen ur Insta?
Fi, WTF?????
Fiona gets a few influential friends to spread the word.
Guys, @FionaClemClem has been hacked. Don’t watch!
summin weirdz going down on @FionaClemClem.
Some crazy hack.
Before you knew it there were over two hundred and fifty thousand people watching her Instagram Live, with the number rising by the second. And what they were all watching was not Fiona Clemence shopping for make-up, or giving hot yoga tips.
Instead, they were all watching the Chief Constable of Kent Police admitting to a multimillion-pound fraud on a livestreamed video.
You couldn’t see who he was talking to, but he was in some sort of library, and he was talking about mobile phones, and doing deals with criminals. The viewership continues to rise and rise as word is getting out. Insta, Twitter, TikTok, even people’s dads are WhatsApping now. They’re all watching, they’re all commenting, they’re all calling for the head of this Andrew Everton guy.
Even the hair-straightening technician she is with this morning shows Fiona his phone, and says, ‘You seen this?’
Apropos of nothing, Fiona also sees her number of Instagram followers race above four million as the saga unfolds on her ‘hacked’ account. At the moment, the Chief Constable is looking around the room, and you can hear someone tapping on a keyboard. The comments section is going crazy.
That’s all Elizabeth had asked for. The login and password for Fiona’s Instagram. ‘Only for an hour or so, dear,’ she had said. ‘I’m sure you won’t even notice.’
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Andrew Everton sits patiently while the Viking types something into his laptop. So far, so good. He likes the Viking; the Viking seems to like him. More importantly, he trusts the Viking, and he feels safe in this cosy room, in the middle of nowhere. Andrew Everton gets the feeling he is going to leave here considerably richer than when he entered it.
The Viking closes his laptop. ‘You kill anyone?’
‘No,’ says Andrew Everton. ‘It was clean.’
‘You sure?’
‘Listen, I made money, I broke the law, I did bad things, but I didn’t kill anyone.’ What if the Viking decides this is too risky for him?
‘It says the journalist was called Bethany Waites,’ says the Viking. ‘Bethany Waites, she used to work at South East Tonight, she was the journalist who reported your story?’
‘That’s the one, yes,’ says Andrew Everton.
‘And she died,’ says the Viking. ‘Someone killed her?’
‘Yup,’ says Andrew Everton. ‘Not me though. You’ve got no worries with me.’
‘I think I do have worries maybe,’ says the Viking. ‘The woman who went to jail, she was called Heather Garbutt?’