Chapter Twenty-Nine
Willow took her time driving back to Lerwick. She was pondering her conversation with Simon Agnew and found the omissions – the reluctance to talk about Kevin and the boys, for example – more interesting than the information she’d been given. She was approaching the turning to Gilsetter and had seen the light bouncing off the huge polytunnels, when Sandy phoned to say that the email with Rogerson’s bank statements had come through and that she might want to see them.
‘Can’t you give me the gist, Sandy?’
But that made him anxious. ‘I might just be reading them wrong. Much better that you see them for yourself.’
When she got into the office, Perez was on his way to a meeting with the new Procurator Fiscal. He waved as they passed in the corridor and called after her to suggest that they might catch up later. ‘Maybe over a late lunch? I probably won’t be finished until gone two.’
He’d disappeared before she could answer. She found Sandy in the operations room with the printed emails on the big table in front of him. When she came into the room he gave her a smile that made him look as if he was still in primary school. ‘It’s great to see you. I didn’t want to show these to Jimmy just yet. Not while he’s off to see the Fiscal. Not until I’ve checked that I’m reading them right.’
‘What’s the problem?’ She made herself coffee, then stood behind him, looking down at the sheets of paper.
‘You know we thought Rogerson might be paying Alison Teal?’ Sandy twisted in his seat so that he was looking up at her. ‘We thought that might explain the fancy clothes and the fact that we couldn’t find any evidence of her working while she was living at Tain, or even for some time before that.’
‘Yes, but she might have set up an account in another name. We know she doesn’t mind stealing other people’s identities. We need to be aware of that when we’re checking Rogerson’s records.’
‘But according to the statements, he wasn’t paying anyone.’ Sandy turned back to the table. ‘Not from his business or his personal accounts. I mean, there were direct debits for his electricity and phone from his home account, and his wage bill and rent for the business premises in Commercial Street, but otherwise no unusual payments at all.’
‘Could he have added Alison as a fictitious employee and paid her along with the other staff?’
‘No, I’ve checked. There are National Insurance numbers for all the workers and they match the staff names.’ Sandy frowned.
‘Seems as if you’ve covered everything then.’
‘But that’s not the strange thing!’ He pulled one of the detailed statements towards him and pointed to a list of entries, which he’d highlighted with a yellow pen. ‘These are a list of payments made to one of his business accounts.’
‘Surely they’ll be from clients. Nothing unusual in lawyers getting paid!’
‘But I’ve been onto his office manager to check. She doesn’t recognize any of the names I’ve highlighted. She has no record of the firm ever having done any work for them. And although this is classed as a business account, it’s separate from the one she has access to. It seems to be something Tom Rogerson has set up by himself.’
Willow tried to make sense of this. ‘So Rogerson had a secret account?’
‘That’s what it seems like.’ Now Sandy sounded excited rather than anxious. ‘Look at the list!’
Willow ran her eyes down the statement. She didn’t recognize the first names on the list and there was nothing obvious to connect them. The amounts paid into Rogerson’s account varied from a couple of hundred to several thousand pounds. There were often multiple payments from the same person. Some of the payers had Shetland-sounding names. There was a Tommy Jeromeson and a William Eunson, for example. Others were more obviously English, and a few sounded as if the people were from mainland Europe or the Middle East. ‘Have you got the account-holders addresses?’
‘Not yet. Apparently that’ll take extra authorization.’
‘I’ll try to sort it out.’
‘But look at these!’ Now Sandy was almost beside himself. He pointed a stubby finger at two of the names at the bottom of the list. One was Stuart Henderson. ‘That’s Craig Henderson’s father. You remember Craig. He was the guy who rented Tain from Sandy Sechrest.’
‘But we already knew that Rogerson worked for the Henderson holiday business. He’s the one with the fancy lodges, right?’ Willow didn’t want to discourage Sandy, but she thought his imagination was running away from him now. She’d always been dismissive of weird conspiracy theories. ‘It’s not surprising that he should be paying legal fees.’
‘This money comes from Stuart Henderson’s personal account, not the business. I’ve checked. And according to Rogerson’s office manager, none of these sums tally with any of the business invoices she’s ever sent out.’
Willow took a seat for the first time. She’d been hovering behind Sandy for long enough. ‘So what are you thinking here, Sandy? Bribery and corruption?’
‘A lot of people wondered how the Hendersons got planning permission for that tourist accommodation, and Rogerson was on the council.’ Sandy looked at her. He was begging her not to tell him he was a fool with an overactive imagination.
‘Well, it wouldn’t be the first time a politician’s been slipped a sweetener to clear the path of a development.’ Now Willow’s mind was racing. This opened up another strand to the investigation. A different set of motives and more suspects. ‘But there are more than a dozen names on this list. They can’t all have been involved in complex planning issues.’
‘I was wondering about blackmail,’ Sandy said. ‘Rogerson was known as a sociable kind of a guy. He’d hear gossip. Some of it related to council business, some to the development at Sullom Voe. Some personal. Maybe he didn’t get the sweetener from Henderson, but he knew the person who did, or at least guessed that something dodgy had been going on.’
Willow nodded. She could see how that might make sense. ‘It seems risky, though. According to Jimmy, Rogerson enjoyed being Mr Popular on Shetland Islands Council. Why would he put all that in danger?’
‘He needed the cash,’ Sandy said. ‘If you look at both his other accounts, he went right up to the overdraft limit each month. It was only transfers from the secret account that kept him solvent.’
‘I wonder if his wife knew.’ Willow thought that a woman who could tolerate a string of embarrassing infidelities probably wouldn’t ask too many questions about regular payments into her husband’s current account. ‘You’ve done some brilliant work here, Sandy.’
‘But Stuart Henderson’s not the only man linked to Alison Teal and Tom Rogerson to be on the list.’ Sandy was flushed with pleasure. He leaned across her and pointed to the last highlighted entry. ‘Have you seen this? He moved his finger so that she could read the name. ‘Kevin Hay.’
Willow wanted to consult Perez before she decided how they should play an interview with Kevin Hay. She wondered if Simon Agnew had been discreetly pointing her in his direction. But she wanted some action. She couldn’t spend the rest of the morning talking to bank managers and studying spreadsheets while she waited for Perez to come out of his meeting. She asked Sandy for the way to the Rogerson house and walked out into the sunshine.
The house was solid and grey with an enclosed garden in the front. A neatly trimmed hedge and shrubs with orange berries. Strangely suburban for Shetland. She knocked at the door and a small, bustling woman opened it. ‘Mrs Rogerson?’
The woman narrowed her eyes. ‘Who wants to know?’
‘Willow Reeves. Police Scotland.’