Deadly Intent (44 page)

Langton clapped his hands and stared around the room. "Any bright ideas? Did this bastard accompany D'Anton back to London, kill him, and then arrange with Frank Brandon to visit the drug squat?" He shook his head, returning to the board. "I still think we are heaping a hell of a lot on this motherfucker's shoulders. We are presuming he escaped, because Frank Brandon took the bullets: does he then drive to meet Donny, kill him, dump the jeep, and take off to we don't know where, having already knocked off D'Anton? Everyone still with me?"

Again, there was a murmur of agreement from the team.

"Now, we have a new load of evidence against him from Julia Brandon. She maintains that he was actually in London for months, possibly staying at Claridge's or some other five-star hotel. Have we anything on that?" There was, to date, no one at any of the top hotels who recognised the photograph they had of Alexander Fitzpatrick, but inquiries were still ongoing.

Langton continued. For his part in diverting funds, to make them inaccessible to Fitzpatrick, Julia's financial adviser was also killed. This had given them Fitzpatrick's picture, caught on the security cameras at Rushton's office; their hunted man had audaciously looked into the camera and turned it to face the wall. "He bloody knew he was on camera! He could have ripped it out of the wall, but he didn't. So, we have yet another death down to him. At least we know he didn't shoot Stanley Leymore, the bloke who owned the garage and who, we think, sold the Mitsubishi on to Frank Brandon through Donny; it's pretty conclusive because of the movement of money into Frank's account and then out again in cash."

Langton drew up a chair and sat; he bowed his head as if he was having a real headache, wincing and clenching his teeth. "Something does not add up."

Anna stood up, and he looked at her gratefully. "We know from your interviews with Delroy and Silas that Donny Petrozzo was trying to off-load this Fentanyl, but it wasn't working because they had no idea what the drug was, or how powerful." She stopped.

"Go on,Travis."

"I think a possible scenario is that Donny Petrozzo had recognized Fitzpatrick: we know it's a possibility, from an old trial years ago. He was constantly doing pickups and drops at Heathrow Airport. He might have seen him and approached him; he might even have been driving him to Julia Brandon's."

Langton nodded and sighed, as if bored. "So get the bitch back in and requestion her. She's lied from day one; maybe she's also lied about not knowing about the drug trafficking her lover boy made his fortune from."

Anna nodded. "I sort of believed her but, by all means, we should requestion her—maybe put the frighteners on her, charge her with perverting the course of justice. But I am telling you, she is a very hard nut to crack."Langton looked at Anna. "So what are you suggesting?"

"She might be more useful if she thinks we are no longer interested in her."

Langton gave a rueful shrug. "Thing is, our man is now with two kids, two bodyguards, and a Chinese au pair; I doubt if he can move as easily as we've suspected. He'd need a bloody camper van." Langton looked to Phil, to ask about the paper trail of money; they were still waiting to hear back from the various banks that Rushton had used. Langton raised his hands in frustration. "How bloody long do we have to wait, for Christ's sakes? We need to know if this bastard is moving around with millions or waiting like we fucking are! Get onto it now!"

Cunningham now joined everyone. She was very agitated. "Julia Brandon left her house ten minutes ago, carrying an overnight bag."

"They let her just drive past them?" Langton snapped.

"They're right on her tail. I'll bring in the box so we can hear the progress, but she was heading toward the A3."

Langton clenched his teeth; he was so angry, it was obviously hard for him to keep control and not explode. "Okay, let her run.The A3? It isn't as if she is heading toward Oxfordshire, is it?"

Cunningham brought up the street map. She indicated that it was possible for Julia to branch off the A3 and pick up the M40 to head toward Heathrow. She got a scathing response from Langton, who pointed out that she could also be driving toward Southampton; even more likely, Gatwick Airport. Cunningham became agitated by his rudeness in front of the team and said, curtly, that they were holding Julia Brandon's passport. Langton turned on her, saying that, as Alexander Fitzpatrick appeared to be able to print off Christ knows how many for himself, with so many aliases, it was possible she would be using a forged passport.

He then addressed the team. "This woman is something else. After

hours of interrogation, screaming that her babies have been kidnapped, she's now heading down the A3 to Christ knows where. Travis, you were the last person from here to talk to her."

Anna stood up. "She was very distressed, and drinking. In all honesty, I found her to be telling me the truth. If she was lying, and knew where her children were, then she deserves an Oscar."

"Thank you for that insight! Think over what she said to you; was there any time you suspected an ulterior motive?"

"You mean her panic about the children being taken?"

"Christ, yes! It got her out of the station and back home, didn't it? Was she also giving, as you say, an Oscar-winning performance in the interview room?"

Anna shrugged. "It's hard to tell. At one point she seemed very hyper, as if she'd taken something. When she learned, via her lawyer, that it was David Rushton who had suggested the bodyguards, she went haywire. The only time I did feel she was not behaving like a woman whose children had been taken was after she was certain they had gone."

Langton closed his eyes, shaking his head. "Go on?"

"Well, it was then she disclosed how she had lied about never seeing the man she called Anthony Collingwood. I was with her for over an hour."

"Could she have been stalling for time?"

"I don't understand."

Langton had a go at
her."Think:
have her kids been kidnapped? Or did she know they wouldn't be at home?"

By now, Cunningham had set up the connection with the surveillance team. She had organized a backup vehicle, to help keep track of Julia. The radio crackled, as they reported that Julia had turned off the M25.Via the surveillance team, they put in a request for any patrol cars in the vicinity not to pull her over; she was driving at over ninety miles per hour and they didn't want her journey halted for a speeding ticket.

Langton returned to discussing the case. He underlined Julius D'Anton's name. This was one death he couldn't quite fathom out. They knew that Julius went to Shipston on Stour for an antiques fair;

they knew he wanted to buy a table from the antiques dealer Michael Sudmore, but Honour, Julia's sister, working in the shop that day, had refused until he made a cash payment. D'Anton had called on the woman who owned the cottage close to the farm, as he reckoned that, if the table came from her cottage, she might have something else to sell. Did he, at some point, have contact with Alexander Fitzpatrick? And, therefore, become a real risk? Because the next sighting they had was D'Anton driving the Mitsubishi, trying to fit the table into the back; so, since the time of the fair and his failed attempt to get the table with a deposit and a rubber check, he had come by a fistful of cash and a jeep.

All the while Langton talked, the radio continued to report the whereabouts of Julia Brandon. Still driving way over the speed limit, she was cutting across the M25 to head onto the slip road for the M40.The next four radio contacts silenced the incident room.

Julia's Mercedes had driven at eighty miles an hour off the motorway, careering and skidding along the slip road, and hurtling at an even higher speed onto the hard shoulder of the M40; she had created a near collision as she got onto the motorway. They listened as the two surveillance teams reported, in pitched voices, that the Mercedes had jackknifed across the slow and middle lanes. In an attempt to steady the skidding car, she appeared to turn the wheel to her right to avoid heading back into the traffic, only to do an almost ninety-degree spin and crash through the barrier, directly into the path of a juggernaut.

The incident room could even hear the colossal bang and squeal of brakes, then a terrible sound of crunching metal and splintering glass, followed by an almighty boom as the massive juggernaut tipped onto its side and caught fire.By the time Anna and Langton arrived at the crash site, traffic cops had laid out cones to direct oncoming cars to use a single lane. Cranes were hauling the juggernaut out of the motorway. Already moved was the crushed and blackened Mercedes, the roof completely caved in, the driver's side covered in blood. An ambulance was at the scene, but there was no hope of anyone getting out of the car alive. Langton and Anna walked over to the ambulance.

The driver of the juggernaut was being attended to; he appeared to have no severe injuries, just deep cuts and bruises. They were waiting for a second ambulance to take him to hospital. Langton spoke quietly to the ambulance attendant. He was told that the victim had virtually been sliced in two, and decapitated. Langton then looked from the open back door into the interior. He turned to Anna and said he was sorry to put her through it, but they needed to know for certain.

Anna stepped inside and placed a mask over her face and put on rubber gloves. It was hideous; the body was so severely mangled. She gave a nod that she was ready for the attendant to pull back the cloth from Julia's decapitated head. The blond hair was matted with blood, but Anna recognized the diamond earrings. She couldn't really look into the face at first, but she had to; she bent down, moving some hair away from the cheeks. It was definitely the once-beautiful Julia Brandon.

Langton was standing with the police around Julia's wrecked Mercedes as they prized open the boot. He removed the overnight bag, and was handed a handbag in a plastic container. The contents were crushed almost flat: a pair of sunglasses shattered, likewise a perfume bottle. To avoid getting shards of glass on his hand, he wrapped a handkerchief around it, then brought out a smashed mobile phone. He closed the bag and said they would examine it later. There was no passport.

By the time Anna returned with Langton to the station, it was late. She felt drained, but he was still energized and eager to discuss what the car crash meant to the investigation. Julia's belongings had been sent to the lab, but nothing would be done until the morning. Anna was told by Cunningham to take off and return early. She looked toward Langton for his confirmation that she could go home. He wafted his hand and turned back to talk to Phil.

"Get the wrecked car checked over and put the pressure on," Langton told him. "The surveillance guys said that she was driving that fast down the slip road, and onto the motorway, like someone hell-bent on

suicide" Phil, who also was tired out, having worked from eight that morning, nevertheless went off to arrange it.

Cunningham looked at her watch, then at Langton. "Maybe you should take a break."

"Was she going to her sister's?" he muttered, ignoring her suggestion.

"That's what we all thought."

"Not Gatwick, not Heathrow, and not Southampton, so that excludes boats and planes. Do we have anything from her landline?"

"No calls," Cunningham said, trying to hide a yawn.

Langton removed from his pocket the crushed mobile, still wrapped in his handkerchief. "Get this checked over; see if we can find out who called. She had to have made contact with someone to do a runner, right?" He frowned. "Unless it was already planned."

Cunningham said nothing, but looked at her watch again, eager to get home. "When are you going to pick up the sister and her husband?"

"When I'm ready. As long as we know they are holed up at that farm, they can stay there. One move out of it that looks suspicious, we pick them both up and bring them in, but I'm not quite ready for them."

Again, Cunningham said nothing; nor did she remark that it now appeared, to all intents and purposes, that James Langton had taken over the case.

Anna hadn't realized how tired she was until she got home. It had been strange to work alongside Langton. He never showed her the slightest familiarity—in fact, quite the reverse—but it was not as difficult to work beside him as she had thought.

Like Cunningham, she knew that he had taken over the case. She had to admit that, with him at the helm, they were regrouping, as if he had picked them all up and shaken them. She also wondered, just like Cunningham, why he had not yet brought in Honour and Damien; she was as certain as everyone else of their involvement. Her eyes started to droop as she lay back on her pillow; the last image before she fell asleep was the dead Julia's face, and the glinting diamond earrings.

CHAPTER 20

Laid out on a trestle table covered in white paper were the items removed from Julia Brandon's handbag. The shards of glass had been swept to one side in a small heap. The wallet contained three hundred pounds in crisp new notes. There were sunglasses, now with a twisted frame, and two photographs of the children in a small leather case. There were some dry-cleaning receipts and old car parking tickets, paid for at a machine. A silver powder compact was open, with the lid caved in as if someone had stamped on it. Everything had a strong smell of Julia's perfume, from the broken bottle of Chanel No. 5. The diamond earrings were in a small plastic bag, with a Rolex watch, a gold chain with a large dewdrop diamond, and a small daisy-chain diamond bracelet.

Anna stood, staring down at the items—then jumped with fright as someone came up behind her.

"Long time no see."

"Pete!" She turned. She couldn't resist telling him that she had dropped by his house after her drinks with Langton. "But just as I was drawing up," she concluded, "I saw your friend Daniella paying a taxi, so I headed home."

"Oh, right—yeah, she did come by. You should have joined us."

Anna laughed. "I'm sure."

You two seemed very familiar."