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.’
74
Joyce
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.’
76
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?’
‘That’s right,’ says Andrew Everton.
‘And she died too?’
‘Again, yes, she did,’ says Andrew Everton. ‘And, again, nothing to do with me. She killed herself. Tragic, but –’
‘And your accomplice, Jack Mason?’
‘Let me stop you there,’ says Andrew Everton. ‘Yes, he died too.’
‘A lot of people dying around you,’ says the Viking. ‘That worries me.’
‘Of course, absolutely, it should do,’ says Andrew Everton.
‘So I need you to be honest,’ says the Viking. ‘There’s just you and me here, and I need to trust you. Did you kill them?’
‘No,’ says Andrew Everton.
‘Perhaps you killed one or two of them,’ says the Viking.
‘I didn’t kill any of them,’ says Andrew Everton.
‘It’s a big coincidence,’ says the Viking.
‘Yes,’ agrees Andrew Everton. ‘It’s a big coincidence. But you can trust me.’
77
Joyce
Ibrahim has everything open in front of him. Thousands of people are watching Fiona’s hacked livestream. ‘Bethany Waites’ is trending at number one on Twitter. People are sharing clips of her, posting newspaper articles from the time she disappeared. Her face is everywhere.
As is the face of Andrew Everton. The comments section is really going to town on ‘You can trust me.’ Kent Police have had to disable their Twitter account. It’s even on Sky News. They’re not allowed to show pictures, but they’re talking people through it.
So he’s admitted to the fraud, admitted to being Jack Mason’s partner, but he hasn’t admitted to the killings yet. I can’t say I expected him to. Even when there’re just two of you in a room no one wants to admit they’re a murderer, do they?
But that’s what we really want. For Andrew Everton to admit to what he has done. To tell the world the truth. To get justice for Bethany.
Elizabeth and Viktor are conferring in a corner. Whatever Elizabeth is saying, Viktor is nodding. I think it is time to send in the Bullet!
78
Behind the Viking is a closed door, which now opens. A man walks into the library. He is short and bald, and wears glasses too big for his face. What is going on here?
‘No,’ says Andrew Everton to the Viking. ‘No. It’s just you and me.’
‘This is my associate,’ says the Viking. ‘His name is Yuri.’
‘A pleasure to meet you, Chief Constable,’ says Viktor. ‘You have been a busy man.’
‘I didn’t agree to this,’ says Andrew Everton.
‘Give me one minute,’ says Viktor. ‘If you don’t like what I have to say, then I leave, and you may also leave too. You are quite safe.’
‘One minute,’ says Andrew Everton, his eyes looking for an exit.
‘My friend here, they call him the Viking, he is the genius in the room. Though you may be a genius too, Andrew. Might I call you Andrew?’