Chapter 9
Getting up early was no problem for Donny. He dressed in black training bottoms, the ones with the red stripe down the legs and plain black T-shirt and Hi-Tech black trainers and hit the tarmac setting his wrist monitor for fifteen minute intervals. A deep greyness surrounded him and the cars had headlights on but the driving rain he found exhilarating. The sky out west was lighter on the horizon and he expected a brighter day by the time he returned. Hitting a quick rhythm he maintained a slack pace, just warming up, until the first beep when he stepped up the tempo. A ten kilometre run was a twice weekly routine and he filled those rambling blank mind spaces he got with running, those kind of bored holes in your head, he filled them with all those thoughts that complicated the day.
The meeting with Aubrey Beauchamp on
that stormy Saturday morning in the dead of winter about seven months ago he
had found kind of difficult. Telling someone their son was a criminal was not
an easy thing. The short thin butler, about sixty he thought, answered the door
in that loose fitting black suit, the sort of suit that looked like it had been
made for a stockier, taller man, a loose waist and trousers held up by thick
black braces. He was struck by the over-large feet that gave him a sort of
clumpy gait.
The deep voice had said, “can I help
you Sir?” Very formal, delivered in a monotone sound without a scrap of
emotion.
“Is Mr Beauchamp home?” Donny had
replied.
“Sir is indisposed at present.” said
the butler.
“Could you ask if he will see me? My
name is Donny Caruthers, that’s Detective Inspector Donald Caruthers, serious
crime.” And he showed his warrant card.
The butler disappeared leaving Donny
standing on the doorstep and after a few minutes returned and simply said,
“follow me,” closed the door and stiffly clumped along the hallway in a way
that kind of looked like he was tripping over his feet and indicated the open
door to the study, “please go in Sir.”
Aubrey Beauchamp was sitting behind
his large desk engrossed in a pile of papers with the large window behind
casting what little light the dull day allowed. One of those wide brass desk
strip lights provided all the close light he required and the absence of any
further lighting made the rest of the large room seem gloomy. Donny felt he was
standing in the shade.
Standing up and dressed casually
with a deep blue Polo hanging over baggy chinos Aubrey’s face cracked a wide
welcoming smile and he said, “inspector Caruthers please take a seat. Max will
bring coffee. Now tell me what you want.”
Donny said with as serious a voice
as he could, “I’m investigating an international drugs operation based in the
UK. Money is laundered through various sources and it’s this money that’s their
weakness. If I can prove a link I can close them down.”
“Interesting but what’s this to do
with me?” asked Aubrey.
“Your Pub, Restaurant and Gambling
concerns have been identified as one of the sources. Your son Freddie runs
these I believe and we think he controls this laundering operation. It’s quite
simple. He takes in the cash, puts it through the cash flow then makes
legitimate payments of fictitious invoices.”
Aubrey, clearly shocked, said with
one of those shaking kind of hesitating voices, “I have no knowledge of this.
Are you sure?”
“I’m sure and I realise you’re not
involved. The payments are organised through James Munroe who’s a solicitor,
your’s I believe. He has extensive contacts within the drugs world and uses
this cover as a middleman approaching his clients and persuading them. Maybe
those with money difficulties who might find an easy source of cash
attractive.”
There was a knock on the door and
Max entered with coffee and while he was pouring Aubrey was very quiet, clearly
thinking and looking a mixture of anger and dismay. Donny could see the anguish
he was going through his face having that kind of look, the sort of look a
depressed alcoholic might have when told there was no more booze.
When Max had left he said, “I am
having trouble understanding this. I simply can’t believe James is involved,
let alone Freddie. I have dealt with James for years and Freddie… well why
would he? He has everything.”
“Perhaps Freddie has money troubles.
That would make him vulnerable.”
“But why should he? Those businesses
are so profitable…. But anyway if it’s true what do you want from me?”
“We need proof. If possible I would
like you to find any documentation. Invoices would be good and records of
transactions. But it’s essential to maintain a low profile. This is an
undercover operation to avoid the risk of alerting this organisation. That is
very important and I can't stress it enough. That’s why I’m asking for your
help rather than obtaining a search warrant. Would it be possible for you to
have a look?”
Aubrey thought for a long moment,
then said, “I have no problem helping you. Freddie is away for a few days so I
will have time to look and then if necessary have words with Freddie. If it is
as you say I assure you I will find your proof if it’s there to be found. You
can rely on that.”
Max was waiting in the corridor when
Donny left the study and Donny followed him to the front door. As he went
outside he turned and pulled Max by the arm through the door and looking down
the corridor pulled the door almost closed.
“I hear you butlers have ears that
extend through keyholes. I expect you heard the gist of our conversation Max?”
“I did Sir and very unsettling it
was.”
“You been with them long?” Donny
said.
“Over twenty five years Sir. I am
employed by Mrs Beacuchamp.” Max replied.
“And you like her?”
“If I didn’t Sir I would not still
be here, would I? I will do anything for her if that’s what you are getting at…
Sir.”
“That’s what I thought Max. Can I
rely on you?”
“Certainly Sir, up to a point of
course. There are boundaries I will not cross but certainly as far as Mrs
Beauchamp is concerned you can.”
“Can you let me know if anything
happens? If there is anything unusual. Here’s my card. Phone this number
anytime day or night. It could be important.”
“Is there any danger sir?”
“I’m not sure. These are ruthless
people so if they do find out about my investigation there could be.”
“In that case Sir, I will be most
vigilant.”
“Thank you Max and drop the Sir
thing will you. Call me Donny. Do you have a mobile number?”
“Certainly….Sir er Donny.” he said
but with a bit of difficulty and gave him the number.
The first call Donny had from Max
was a few days later. His phone had beeped about eight in the evening.
“It’s Max Sir…. I mean Donny. Mr
Beauchamp has been looking into the business Freddie was involved in but I
don’t know what he found out. Freddie has just returned and they’ve had a
terrific row. Mr Beauchamp has sacked him and he’s gone to see his solicitor.”
“Can you stop him?”
“He’s already left to go to his
house.”
The next call he had was two days
later, “I’m with Mrs Beauchamp.” Max said, “Mr Beauchamp has been in a car
accident. I’m afraid he did not survive.”
Donny was quiet for a few seconds
then said, “thank you Max. I’m sure you will stay with Mrs Beauchamp but if
there’s anything you need just call. Phone me if there are any developments.”
When Max hung up Donny immediately
pressed speed dial, “Guv’nor,” he said, “Aubrey Beauchamp has been killed in a
car accident.”
“Do you know how?”
“I’ve no details. Max the butler
called me.”
“I’ll look into it. This makes
things awkward. We need that proof. What about a search warrant?”
“There’s no guarantee that will
produce anything Guv and they will be alerted. How about leaving it for a while
and see how it develops. No one suspects our investigation at the moment so I
don’t see opening it up has any advantage. Let me see if I can find another
angle.”
“That makes sense Donny I suppose.
Ok see what you can do and keep me posted.”
Later his Guv’nor phoned back and
said that the traffic boys said they were treating the accident as not
suspicious. Aubrey was run over. Even if it was suspicious, there was no proof
and no witnesses had come forward. CCTV on the corner showed a black Range
Rover but the number plates were obscured and the driver was not identifiable.
The third call was a few days after
the funeral.
“It’s Max… Donny. That solicitor has
just been here to go through Mr Beauchamps Will. He has suggested she find a
financial advisor. I don’t trust him, Sir…. Donny.”
“Thanks Max. Leave this with me and
I’ll call you back in a bit. On your mobile.”
Donny then called Bobby Lucas who he
had just met in a bar a couple of weeks before, “hey Bobby,” he said, “I’ve
some business for you if you’re interested. A rich lady with money to invest.
Shall I give her your number.”
“Sure,” Bobby had said, “and
thanks.”
Then he phoned Max back and told him
to tell Mrs Beauchamp to call Bobby Lucas and he thought, “Bobby’s an all right
sort of fella and it won’t be hard to gain his trust and this is a great way to
keep tabs on a situation.”
The next contact Donny had with Max
was was when he phoned him a few days ago which would be about six months after
the funeral, “hi Max it’s Donny,” he had said, “I know Mrs Beauchamp did not
action anything after the meeting she had with Bobby Lucas a few months ago. I
think she has had enough time now and I need to try and progress my
investigation. Can you prompt her? It would be useful to get the two of them
together again. Get her to phone Bobby.”
The fourth call he received from Max was just
a day later, “It’s Max, Donny. Freddie has been here today and had a terrible
row with Mrs Beauchamp about who should control Mr Aubrey’s money. She told him
that Mr Beauchamp had found out things about Freddie’s dealings just before he
sacked him and that Mr Beauchamp had records that he’d hidden. And she’s been
in touch with the financial advisor. They’re meeting on Monday. ”
“I know Max, I was with Bobby when
she called. Does she know where anything’s hidden?” Donny asked.
“No but Freddie’s sure to look for
them, Isn’t he? I don’t like this Donny, you have to do something.”
“You’re right,” Donny said, “I think
you need to get out of there. Take a few days off so you’re out of the way. If
Freddie knows there’s anything out there things could get dangerous. I’ll get
Mrs Beauchamp out of the house.”
“She won’t go you know, even if you
tell her it’s dangerous to stay she still won’t go.”
“Don’t worry about that. I’ll get
her out even if I have to kidnap her.” Donny said.
As expected when he returned to his
flat the day was brightening up. The storm clouds were disappearing and the sun
was starting to cast some warm rays. His flat was on the third floor and he
sprinted up the stairs in a final gesture almost bumping into Rita the old lady
with the blue rinse just coming into the stairwell and the first floor. One
thing Rita could be relied upon for was knowing everything that went on.
“Sorry Rita,” he said, “almost
bumped you there. Anything been happening?” He was not that tall but he towered
over the diminutive lady.
“No dear,” she said looking up at
him over her blue rimmed glasses and smiling one of those little all knowing
old lady smiles, “postwoman’s been and that’s about it. Boring really.”
“You need anything?”
“No thanks dear, I’m just off to the
shops for a few bits.”
Opening his front door Donny went
in, stripped off, slung his clothes in the washer and took a long hot shower
then waited for Bobby to arrive. Sitting on the sofa with his T-shirt hanging
over his jeans and hair all damp and going wavy.
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