‘So we just wait and see if anyone responds?’
‘Pretty much.’
‘OK. Great. What was the other interesting thing?’
Jonny smiles. ‘This one I’ve saved specially.’ He taps, and swivels the screen again. A grey-on-grey panel, with four boxes.
‘What is it?’
‘It’s a portal, run by a private bank in the UAE.’
‘You think this is where all the fees went?’
‘I reckon so.’
‘What do we need to get in?’
‘These sets of numbers.’ He points. ‘Sort code, account number – the local equivalents of them – but also two passcodes, in this last box here. Two sets of fourteen digits.’
‘Before Davy died, he said the money was in the outbuilding,’ I say.
‘The non-existent outbuilding.’
‘Yes. Is this the … outbuilding?’
‘Why would “the outbuilding” be an account in a private Middle Eastern bank?’ This is Em.
‘Could be a nickname?’ Even as I say it, it doesn’t sound likely.
‘Why are there two passcodes, Jonny?’
‘This bank is pretty niche. It lets you pick the account number, even gives you a boutique sort code. And it lets you set a number of passholders, each with their own access code. Davy will have had his own code. But you need two to get in.’
‘So he shared the account with someone.’
‘Yeah. The way these normally work, he wouldn’t have been able to access it without their code, and they wouldn’t have been able to access it without his.’
‘Lulu said her dad was skint,’ said Em. ‘Remember?’
‘Yeah,’ I said. ‘What are you thinking, Jonny?’
‘I’m thinking that maybe all Davy’s commissions from the laundry work are in this account. Which he couldn’t get at without the second access code.’
‘So,’ Em says, counting on her fingers. ‘We know that until three years ago Davy was doing classic money-laundering. We know the names of all the people he was doing it for. We also know that three years ago he developed a new trick, and abruptly cut off his previous clientele for a new system, which we haven’t cracked. We think it has something to do with these cheap properties, and maybe the junior agents he was mentoring, and we think the money from it went into this private bank account in the UAE.’ She taps Jonny’s screen before he can pull it back, and he gets out a small polishing cloth. ‘Fair summary?’
‘Yeah.’
‘But we can’t get into the account, and from the looks of it we couldn’t get in even if we found his code, because we don’t know who his accomplice was. And none of this helps us with who was holding the gun that night.’
‘No.’
‘Hmm.’
Elle chips in. ‘Our working assumption is that it was Rob Wallace, right? They were heard arguing by the woman running the office.’
‘It’s not enough,’ I say.
‘And Al, you got a killer vibe from him?’
