‘Kenton never mentioned owning a boat and I’ve never seen him at the marina,’ Mike Danby said the next morning with genuine surprise when Horton told him what they had discovered the previous day. Horton had called him early and asked for a meeting. ‘I didn’t even know he liked boats.’
‘It seems to have been a well-kept secret,’ Horton said as they walked along the shore at Warsash where Danby had told Horton he had a meeting at the Superyacht Academy at nine. Across the River Hamble on their left, and ahead of them, Horton could see the yachts in Hamble Marina. Behind them was the Warsash Maritime Academy buildings, which provided a range of courses for the maritime industry, including training for crew for the growing number of superyachts around the world. Horton knew that Danby had picked up several clients from there. He thought Danby was probably about to pick up another one.
‘Kenton was close-mouthed, but then you’ve got to be in this business,’ Danby added. ‘Is his boat at the marina now?’
Horton saw no reason to avoid answering the question. Danby could easily check. He nodded. He could see Danby’s sharp brain quickly assimilating this information.
‘You’re wondering if Kenton could have crossed to the island on his boat with his killer who then returned it to the marina.’
‘It’s a possibility.’
‘Still fancy this Brett Veerman you mentioned earlier?’
‘Haven’t ruled him out yet. He lives on the island, can sail a boat, and he’s a member of the same yacht club as Eames.’
‘Doesn’t mean a thing. It could just be a coincidence that the body was put on Richard’s shore. Maybe the killer just wanted a quiet place to dump it.’ He eyed Horton steadily. ‘But I can understand why you’re making the connection. I’d be following it up if I were running the case.’
Pity Uckfield didn’t think that, unless he had returned from his meeting with Dean with authorization to formally question Veerman and his colleagues and staff.
‘What did Kenton’s clients think of him? You must have got some feedback from those he referred to you,’ Horton said.
‘The same as we all thought of him. Clever, discreet, thorough.’
Horton threw Danby a curious glance. There was more here, he was sure of it. He didn’t think that Danby was deliberately holding back information; rather that he was asking the wrong questions. Only he didn’t know the right questions to ask.
‘You said you met Kenton and Swallows at a security conference. Did they approach you or did you approach them?’
‘They approached me, or rather Jasper did. It was during the lunch break. Kenton said that as we were based in the same geographical area perhaps there would be opportunities to work together. He already knew a lot about me and my company but this was day three of the conference so he’d had time to look me up on the Internet. I told you he was thorough.’
Not so thorough that he didn’t enrol on a powerboat training course, unless Cantelli discovered otherwise today. ‘And you conducted a search on him.’
‘Of course. And I did one on Eunice Swallows before our first meeting to discuss how we could work together. Both had excellent references. Kenton especially.’
‘From his former employers.’
‘Yes, and from clients. There’s nothing there, Andy. Kenton’s as honest and clean as they come.’
‘No one’s that honest or clean,’ muttered Horton, thinking of his deception regarding the beachcomber.
‘You’re right, of course.’ Danby’s green eyes studied Horton closely. Horton held them unflinchingly before Danby continued, ‘But Kenton was one of those principled people, very straightforward and reliable.’ Then he paused before adding, concerned, ‘Have you found anything to indicate otherwise?’
‘No, but we’re looking. Was he ever involved in any prosecutions? Trueman’s checking of course,’ Horton hastily added. ‘But—’
‘You thought you’d take a shortcut and see if I’d picked up any gossip. I’d be doing the same myself if I were in your shoes.’
Horton’s sensitive ears twitched at the slight emphasis on the word ‘your’, making him wonder if Danby knew about the beachcomber, and the fact he’d kept silent about it. They walked on.
Danby continued, ‘You’re looking into the possibility that someone Kenton testified against could have sought revenge. It’s one scenario, except that, as far as I’m aware, Kenton has never appeared in the witness box.’
Horton didn’t hide his surprise. ‘Not even for one of his clients when he discovered that someone he was investigating was making a fraudulent claim on the insurance?’
‘No. Kenton’s exposure of fraudulent claims always led to the culprit holding his hand up and pleading guilty. Like I said he had an enviable track record. He always amassed such firm evidence that even the bugger he was investigating knew when he was beaten.’
‘We should have had him on the force.’
Danby smiled, then a cloud crossed his face. ‘He was bloody good.’
‘But not good enough to escape being killed.’
‘No. So why?’
Horton could see by Danby’s expression how much he missed the job. Horton liked him but did he trust him? He would have done except for bloody Richard Eames.
Danby went on, ‘Maybe he cocked up on a surveillance operation. Like I told you I wouldn’t have put him on one. That’s the obvious motive. Or he could have unearthed something incriminating that his killer didn’t want exposed. He was damn good at forensic computing – perhaps he uncovered another cyber crime.’
‘Another?’ Horton said, his interest heightened. His mind flashed to Brett Veerman and the thought that he might be involved in a drugs scam. And one that was connected to a European country, hence possibly Harriet Eames’ involvement. Could he be right?
‘Yes. He unearthed a major one at his former employer, Wimco. It would have left the pharmaceutical company highly vulnerable. As you know, Andy, hacking is no longer the nerd in his basement doing it for fun or spite or in order to sell a few names and addresses and sensitive bank account information. Hacking’s become automated on a huge industrial scale – often with state-sponsored agencies behind it – and attackers are aiming for an increased competitive edge by stealing company secrets and that’s what they were after at Wimco.’
‘Did he tell you this?’
‘No. I got it from the Vice President; he was the first client Jasper recommended to me. Humphrey Naughton. Naughton couldn’t speak highly enough of Kenton.’
‘I’m surprised they let him go.’
‘No one’s indispensable.’
‘Including me. Bliss thinks I’m highly dispensable.’
‘You know where to come if she boots you out.’ Danby consulted his watch and turned back. Horton fell into step beside him. ‘I don’t think they wanted Kenton to leave but he was adamant he wanted to set up on his own.’
‘Were any criminal charges brought against the perpetrators?’
‘They didn’t get them. Wimco didn’t pursue it – bad publicity, share prices plummeting, that kind of thing. Kenton had shut the stable door just before the horse had bolted. Wimco reviewed its policies and Kenton helped them to put better procedures in place. And you’re thinking that he might have done the same for one of his clients only this time it was going to be investigated and the person undertaking the criminal activity didn’t want his scam exposed so he traced Kenton and silenced him.’
‘It’s a possibility.’
There was a brief pause before Danby said, ‘I asked you before how he was killed and you wouldn’t tell me, can you tell me now?’
‘You’d better ask Eames. He seems to be calling the shots in this investigation.’
Danby eyed him curiously. Horton explained, ‘We’re to go easy with the investigation on account of His Lordship being involved in delicate overseas negotiations and we don’t want the media getting hold of a sordid murder on His Lordship’s property.’
‘Why don’t you like him, Andy?’ Danby asked quietly.
‘Why should I?’ Horton quipped, but Danby’s words were a warning for him to be more careful not to betray his emotions as far as Richard Eames was concerned. He added, ‘I don’t like the way this investigation is being soft peddled.’
‘But that won’t stop you going at it.’
Horton shrugged an answer. ‘How did you get Eames as a client?’
‘Chas Foxton recommended me. He and Richard know each other from the yachting set – Monaco, not the Solent,’ Danby added.
‘And who’s Chas Foxton?’
Danby eyed him incredulously. ‘Gracious Grove. The 1980s pop group. They were classed as one of the New Romantics, like Spandau Ballet and Duran Duran. You must have heard of them.’
‘Vaguely.’ It wasn’t Horton’s type of music but he did remember them. They had been so big it was impossible not to.
‘Chas now runs a very successful media and entertainment company. He’s got half a dozen record labels with some big-name stars. Tammy Freiding is one. We were handling her protection at the Isle of Wight Festival in June when I saw you and Harriet Eames there on a case. I mentioned it to you.’
‘So you did. You were staying at Eames’ house with Tammy Freiding. So how did you get Chas Foxton as a client? It’s hardly the circle CID moved in.’
‘No, but James Westrop was, and he recommended me to Chas. You remember Westrop, wealthy entrepreneur, had his place turned over in North Hampshire and his daughter kidnapped and ransomed.’
Horton did. It had been a frantic case, a race against the clock to save a sixteen-year-old girl, and they’d succeeded, or rather Danby had, by working out the perpetrator had been a boyfriend she’d met at a music festival. He’d then set a successful trap for him. Fleur Westrop had been returned to her family unharmed and shortly after that Danby had been offered a lucrative job working for Westrop, which he’d agreed to take but as a consultant not an employee.
‘James and Chas are friends. They were also then business associates but Chas has since diversified into festivals and concerts all around the world. He’s been a client for four years and James for eight, and if I don’t get a move on I won’t get this next potential client.’
As they picked up their pace Horton asked Danby how soon after meeting Kenton he’d got his first referral from him for close protection work.
‘Almost immediately. That was Naughton, as I said. Then Jasper referred another former colleague who used to work with him at Finecare Pharmaceutical. He’s a top medical consultant and no it’s not Brett Veerman.’
‘But he might know Brett Veerman,’ Horton said quickly. ‘And he might know something about Veerman and passed that information on to Kenton.’
Danby frowned as though he hadn’t considered this and was annoyed with himself for not making the possible connection. ‘I’ll ask him and let you know.’
Horton would have preferred to interview this consultant himself but he could see that Danby wasn’t going to permit that.
‘What’s his name?’
Danby halted by the large complex of buildings. ‘I’ll give it to you, if he claims to know Veerman.’
‘OK.’ But Danby knew he’d be able to get that from Bliss.
Horton let Danby go to his appointment. He returned to the station where he was about to make for the incident suite, wondering what Uckfield had got from Bliss, when his name was bellowed and he turned to see the squat figure of the Superintendent at the foot of the stairs. Uckfield jerked his head in the direction of the canteen leaving Horton to follow.
Uckfield bought himself a cooked breakfast and a coffee and splashed out on a coffee for Horton. They took a table at the far end of the busy canteen.
‘Anything from forensics on the sail?’ Horton asked.
‘Not yet,’ Uckfield answered, shovelling in a mouthful of baked beans. To Horton he didn’t seem particularly bothered. Usually the big man would be hopping mad at the delay and bellowing down the phone for something.
‘What about the pistol crossbow?’
‘Marsden and PC Kate Somerfield are doing the rounds of all the archery clubs in the area, collecting names of members and asking about pistol crossbows. We’ll match them against the names Bliss has got.’
So she’d handed them over last night. ‘And they are?’ Horton asked eagerly.
‘Natalie Jameson, she’s being employed as a nanny to a professional couple’s first child. They live just outside Arundel and work in London. He’s a civil servant, she’s an accountant. Kenton was running a background check on the nanny to make sure she wasn’t a dope pusher or user.’
‘Any connection with the Isle of Wight?’
‘None.’
‘And?’
‘George Swanton, who’s suing his employer for breach of Health and Safety regulations after suffering an accident at work. The owners are disputing it and suspect that Swanton set it up. And before you ask there is no connection with the Isle of Wight for them or the other investigation Kenton was working on, which is tracing the assets of a wealthy businessman, Norman Clayton, whose divorced wife claims he’s hidden them from her and the courts so that he doesn’t have to pay her the alimony she’s entitled to.’
‘Has he?’
‘Kenton discovered a bank account in the Cayman Islands. He’d reported it to Eunice Swallows but they hadn’t given the client that information yet. Clayton’s in America so he’s off the list. And Trueman took a call earlier this morning from the Met who said that Watling was in a business meeting until nine o’clock Thursday night and then went for a drink and something to eat with a colleague. They’re checking it out but I think he’s in the clear, and he doesn’t own a boat.’
‘So Veerman’s still our best bet. Unless Kenton’s death is connected with one of his previous investigations.’
‘Bliss is looking at that now.’
Horton took a sip of coffee. ‘What are the Swallows business finances like?’
‘In good health according to the accounts filed at Companies House. Trueman’s now got access to Kenton’s two bank accounts, his credit card and three savings accounts. It will take some time to trace all the transactions but the accounts all show a healthy balance and that Kenton was drawing a reasonable salary from the business. The property in Emsworth belonged to him outright, there’s no mortgage on it and he purchased it four years ago when he moved from London, where he owned an apartment in Battersea. So he’d have quite a stash of money to splash around. Everything seems in order, no unusual payments coming in or going out.’
‘How are the staff taking the news of their boss’s death?’
Uckfield bit into a sausage. ‘Mary Wiggins, the office manager, says Kenton was polite, quiet and thorough.’
‘There’s that word again.’
‘Eh?’
‘Thorough. And the two men?’ Horton recalled them huddled over their computers.
‘Douglas Mead and Peter Snell both considered Kenton to have been clever. They respected him, said that what he didn’t know about computers wasn’t worth knowing.’
Which bore out what Danby had said. Horton told Uckfield where he’d been and why and gave him a brief account of his conversation with Danby, adding this time, ‘Veerman could be involved in a drugs scam.’
‘With this alleged lover,’ Uckfield sneered.
‘Why not? Or alone.’ Horton thought he’d leave out any reference to it possibly connecting with Europol and Harriet Eames. That might be one step too far for Uckfield at the moment in his deaf, cynical mood, which, Horton suspected, had been induced by his need to keep the hierarchy happy and not ruin his future promotion prospects.
‘We should find out who this medical consultant is and see if there is a connection with Brett Veerman. Can’t leave everything to Mike Danby.’
Uckfield sniffed and wiped up the last of his fried egg with a piece of bacon. ‘OK. I’ll get Bliss on to it.’
Horton continued, ‘How sure are we of Eunice Swallows?’ If Bliss was her friend then how much was she confiding in her?
‘What do you mean?’ Uckfield eyed him beadily.
‘Maybe she wanted to ditch Kenton and had help from Mead or Snell.’
‘She’s got an alibi.’
‘Yes?’
‘A rock-solid one. She and DCI Bliss were enjoying a girls’ night out. They went for a meal and a drink together.’
‘Didn’t know they were that close.’
Uckfield narrowed his eyes but said nothing, making Horton wonder if there was more to Bliss’s relationship with Eunice Swallows than friendship, and if she’d told Uckfield that. Whatever the depths of their relationship it didn’t prove that Eunice Swallows was sound. She could still be involved in Kenton’s death.
Uckfield wiped his mouth with a paper serviette and said, ‘None of the staff have any connection with the Isle of Wight either.’
‘Perhaps they don’t have to. They used Kenton’s boat to get across there and just dumped his body where they thought would be best. Have we checked if any of them can handle a boat?’
Uckfield looked as though he wanted to say do we have to.
Horton added, ‘And their alibis for Thursday night and Friday morning?’
‘They’re not serious contenders.’
‘Why not? For all we know Mary Wiggins could have been having an affair with Jasper Kenton and her husband decided to kill him.’
‘She’s not married.’
‘Then Kenton could have discovered something about her past, or Eunice Swallows’ past, a secret she’d rather not have exposed. Have we looked into that?’ Before Uckfield could answer, Horton swiftly continued, ‘Or it could be something that either Snell or Mead didn’t want coming out. Mary Wiggins or Eunice Swallows could be Brett Veerman’s lover and his accomplice.’
‘You are kidding.’ Uckfield eyed Horton incredulously.
‘Am I?’ Horton knew that Uckfield hadn’t seen Mary Wiggins, and as far as he was aware he hadn’t met Eunice Swallows either. OK, so Horton thought both unlikely lovers for Veerman but there could be other reasons why any one of them could have wanted Kenton dead. ‘Has Dean given you authorization to question Brett Veerman about his movements on Thursday night or to question his colleagues at the hospital?’
‘Not yet.’ Uckfield shifted in his seat.
‘Thought so,’ muttered Horton. Probably still trying to clear it with His bloody Lordship. ‘Did Eunice, or any of the others, know that Kenton owned a boat?’
‘Eunice Swallows didn’t. Bliss is going to check with the others, but she can hardly go firing off questions all at once. It will take time.’
There was that word again, thought Horton with irritation. Time to spin this out and therefore time for the investigation to go cold or the killer to meet with an accident, if Eames and his cronies were involved. Perhaps Eames and his bosses already knew who the killer was and had known all along. They had seen him depositing Kenton’s body. They didn’t want this killer found. The investigation would have to go through the motions but if it was stalled and delayed for as long as possible eventually the trail would go cold. Helpful of Kenton to have as the only living close relative a sister who didn’t care for her brother. No one to kick up a fuss. Or perhaps the killer would be dealt with in a different way. The MI5 way. That either meant death or disappearance, or both. The body of the beachcomber would be found washed up somewhere, if he was the killer. And Horton sincerely hoped he wasn’t.
‘Wouldn’t it be easier and quicker, Steve, if we treated this for what it is, a major murder enquiry, formerly questioned everyone and publicly checked their alibis, instead of tiptoeing around like everyone’s made of glass?’
Uckfield sat forward, his voice low. ‘Yes, it bloody well would, but until I’m told that, I’ve got no option.’
‘On Lord Eames’ say so,’ scoffed Horton. ‘How do we know he’s not up to his aristocratic eyebrows in Kenton’s death? Yeah, I know, because he’s in Russia so he can’t possibly be involved. Has anyone checked he is actually there?’
Uckfield opened his mouth but before a sound could escape from it Horton continued, ‘No, I didn’t think so. He could have flown home, bumped off Kenton and flown back.’
‘Don’t talk bollocks.’
‘He might have hired someone to kill Kenton.’
‘Why the bloody hell should he do that?’ Uckfield cried.
‘Why don’t we ask him? Oh, we can’t, I forgot. He’s in Russia and we can’t afford to fly you out there.’
‘Look, I don’t like this any more than you do but we have to go along with it.’
‘You do.’
‘And so do you.’
‘Do I, Steve?’ Horton eyed him closely. Why this private briefing? Why the update as soon as he’d entered the station? Was it Uckfield’s idea or had Uckfield been told to keep him informed? And if so why? To see what he did, of course. To see if he owned up to being on Eames’ estate and to seeing the beachcomber, Lomas. Horton was getting the distinct impression that no one wanted him to mention Lomas. Were Uckfield’s orders coming from someone even higher up the food chain than Eames, from his bosses in MI5?
Uckfield scraped back his chair and lifted his tray. ‘Please yourself. You’re not part of my team.’ He studied Horton closely. He got the message.
As they headed out of the canteen Horton said in a lighter tone, ‘I’m going over to the island to tell Brother Norman that the two thieves who stole from the abbey have been sentenced.’
‘Fine, you do that.’
Uckfield would know Horton had another purpose to his visit. The Super hadn’t given him official permission to speak to Thelma Veerman and Horton knew why – in case it backfired on him. That was Uckfield’s way and Bliss’s, but she wasn’t here, thankfully, so he didn’t need to make any excuses to her. First though he wanted to check in with Walters.
‘It’s still all quiet on the restaurant attacks,’ reported Walters. ‘Perhaps he’s run out of things to say or paint to use.’
‘Do we know what kind of paint?’
‘The lab says it’s blue ordinary matt emulsion, the type used in homes and offices. It’s new paint though, not old, probably manufactured by one of the major paint companies. They’re still working on trying to identify the colour and manufacturer.’
‘Call on the hardware shops and ask who has being buying dark blue paint.’
Walters eyed him incredulously. ‘They won’t remember that.’
‘They will if they have an automated stock control system and that applies to all the big DIY stores. It will tell them how many tins of dark blue paint they’ve sold over the last couple of weeks and if our man bought it using his credit card or a store loyalty card or trade account then they’ll have that information too.’
‘He wouldn’t be that stupid.’
‘Let’s hope he is and we can nail him.’
Walters still looked dubious. ‘It’s a bit of a long shot, guv.’
And one that involved Walters getting off his fat arse. ‘Better that than no shot at all. Anything on the suspects you and PC Tina Collins have identified?’
‘Nah, all three have alibis. There are no signs of blue emulsion paint on their premises or in their rubbish bins. And please don’t ask me to go to the household waste tip,’ Walters pleaded.
It wouldn’t help anyway but he wasn’t going to tell Walters that. ‘I’ll save that for later, if you don’t catch him. Have you called on the other restaurants in the street that’s been targeted?’
‘No.’ Walters sounded surprised.
‘Do so. Find out what their security is like and the state of their kitchens. Note any that look dubious on both accounts.’
And depending on how many there were, they might be worth watching. The only trouble was they didn’t know when they might be attacked. It could involve surveillance over several nights and Bliss would never sanction the overtime for that. But DC Walters might do it if he thought he’d get a free meal out of it for every night of the week.
‘Well get a move on. You’ve got plenty to do.’
Walters heaved his bulk from the chair and his jacket from the back of it with about as much enthusiasm as a snail crossing a road. Horton entered his office, took one look at his desk and decided to leave everything where it was and head for the Isle of Wight.