‘The man in the white shirt,’ said Palmer, getting a nod from Riley. He looked at Mitcheson. ‘They look like different companies, but the same faces and numbers fit both.’ He related what he had seen and heard in the warehouse, and filled Mitcheson in on the connection with Radnor and his colleague, Michael.
‘Neat,’ said Mitcheson. ‘At the first sign of trouble, VTS bug out and set up somewhere else down the road, using a different name. But it’s all run by this bloke Perric at SkyPrint?’
‘Looks like it,’ said Palmer. ‘Although I doubt he’s the top man. They’ve cleared out the secure storage area of several heavy boxes we saw when we first got there. That must have been the handguns and laser sights they were talking about. They left everything else and disappeared, but what I’ve got here is enough to prove they were working together.’
Mitcheson nodded, then looked at his watch. ‘Sorry, kiddies, I’ve got to be going. My time could be running out.’ He turned to Riley. ‘I’m going to find a safe house where I can stay for a while. If it looks okay after a few days, and I haven’t been arrested by the rubber-truncheon squad, I’ll take it I’m no longer anybody’s hot property.’
‘Why not stay here?’ Riley suggested. ‘There’s room.’
‘It’s tempting. But if I am being watched, it would compromise you. Don’t worry — I’ll stay in touch. Once I get the all-clear, I’ll hop back to the States and clear up a few things, then I’ll be back.’
‘What will you do?’ Palmer asked.
Mitcheson shrugged. ‘Same as I’m doing now: security work, that sort of thing. There’s a big demand for it.’ He looked at Riley. ‘Some of it quite close to home, by the looks of things.’
Palmer nodded but said nothing.
Taking it as his cue to depart, Mitcheson took Riley’s arm, and the two of them left the flat and walked downstairs.
Palmer busied himself taking the Llama apart, putting each part aside for disposal later. There was no sense in holding onto it, and throwing it away intact could lead to some kid getting hold of it and ending up facing the Met’s firearm squad.
He had no illusions about the shock Riley would have suffered after being confronted by Szulu’s handgun. That and the news that Lottie Grossman was back. Mitcheson being here would have helped soak up part of the immediate reaction, and she at least seemed fairly relaxed, especially with the news that Mitcheson was going to be around for a while.
When she returned from downstairs, he was emptying the gun’s magazine and dropping the shells to one side. ‘You okay?’ he asked, ‘Or do you need another drink?’
‘I’m fine, Palmer. There’s no need to worry about me — I’m not a weak girlie.’ She tried to soften the words with a smile, but it didn’t quite come off, and Palmer guessed there was still some remedial work to be done.
‘Good news about Mitcheson coming back.’ His face was blank as he collected the gun parts and put them into the plastic bag he’d used for bringing back the burnt documents. He had always accepted Riley’s relationship with the former army officer, on the basis that it was no business of his who she took up with. The only thing that concerned him was her welfare.
‘Yes, it is.’ Riley stared at him for a moment, then shrugged. ‘He thought his name was no longer on the watch list and that it was worth coming in to give it a try. So far, so good. Why — don’t you think it’s a good idea?’
‘Sure. Why not? He’s done no wrong as far as I’m concerned. But he’s right to be cautious.’
‘Christ, Palmer, don’t tell me you’re worried about him, too.’
‘Actually, I’m more concerned about the cat. Where is he?’
Riley gave a half smile and slapped his shoulder. ‘Sorry. I didn’t mean to be cranky. And thank you.’
‘What for?’
‘For that pep talk you gave me — about shooting someone. It was a close call, though. I nearly did it. I think I would have if John hadn’t come in at the crucial moment.’
‘I don’t blame you. But for what it’s worth, if you were still thinking about it, you probably wouldn’t have gone through with it — not unless he’d come at you. That might have been different.’
Riley pulled a face and hugged herself. ‘God, I wish I had your sense of certainty. You and John.’
‘Come again?’
‘You’d have shot him, too, wouldn’t you?’
Palmer thought about it for a second before shaking his head. ‘Actually, I’d have chosen his foot. More bones, takes longer to heal.’
‘He just… did it. It was so casual.’ Her face was a mixture of doubt and fear.
Palmer raised an eyebrow. ‘He was standing — what? — three feet away? Come on, he could hardly miss.’
‘What do you mean?’
‘If Mitcheson had wanted to add another button-hole to Szulu’s jacket, or just shoot the tip of his ear off, he’d have done it. It was a warning. Warnings like that to people like Szulu are better than words.’
‘Oh.’ Riley smiled then, and Palmer realised it had answered an unspoken question in her mind, now Mitcheson was no longer in the room, about whether the former soldier had been quite so cold-blooded as he’d pretended.
‘About Lottie,’ said Riley, changing tack. ‘Do you really think she’s not tied in with Radnor?’
‘I doubt it. They’re hardly in the same social circle. And the idea of someone with Radnor’s background mixing with an old gang moll doesn’t sound quite right to me.’
Palmer’s mobile rang. He murmured a greeting, then listened at length, signalling for Riley to get a pen and paper. She did so and he scribbled some notes before switching off the phone. As he turned back to Riley, he was looking thoughtful.
‘That was Unger, the lawyer who arranged the meeting with Hemmricht. He was intrigued by what Hemmricht told us about the shooting, and did a bit of digging to see if the dead man, Wachter, had any family in the area. It seems he had a sister, Cecile. Unger tracked her down, but she didn’t want to talk about the past. Said it was all too painful and she wanted to bury it and move on. Unger says that means she was probably in the Stasi herself, or at the very least was used by them. Former members didn’t have a particularly nice time of it when they were outed, and plenty of them had to move from where they lived to avoid reprisals.’
‘Did she tell him anything?’
‘Only that shortly before his death, her brother admitted he was working for British Intelligence. She threatened to tell the authorities, but he insisted it wasn’t spying, merely moving things around. Things of value.’
‘Moving things for Radnor.’
‘She never heard him mention any names, only that he was hoping to make a future for her as well. By then there were signs that Communism was going pear-shaped, and he mentioned going to the States and starting again. She thinks he was offered papers by whoever he was working for.’
‘Could Radnor have done that kind of deal?’
‘No idea. Depends how high he was and whether he had something truly exceptional that would have excited the Americans enough to make a swap. I don’t think they’d have got too worked up about the odd work of art, though.’
‘So he was bluffing.’
‘Lying, more like. Anyway, Wachter’s sister clearly chose to believe it, because she kept her mouth shut. Maybe she also saw that the old order was coming to an end and wanted the chance of a fresh start. She said her brother became very secretive and withdrawn early in eighty-nine, and was travelling a lot. He would return with packages but he never told her what they were. Then one day he told her he was on the verge of completing a big deal that would ensure their future. He had to make one final trip, then he’d send for her.’
Riley’s eyes widened. ‘He was going across the wire.’
‘Sounds like it. But she never heard from him again. She was scooped up by the authorities shortly afterwards and spent several months in prison. All she was told while she was in custody was that her brother was a traitor and had died while trying to flee.’