Trail of Greed: Fighting Fraud and Corruption... A Dangerous Game by John Dysart Page B
Authors: John Dysart
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systems?”
“Just a simple connection to a server or access to WiFi,” she replied.
“Well I’ve got internet at home, which is only five minutes away. Will that do? Or I’m sure they have WiFi here in the hotel.”
“Yours would be better,” she replied. “Fine. Pierre can bring you over tomorrow. It’ll give me time to tidy up a bit and clear a space for you to work.”
Mike then gave us a report on what he and Doug had found out in Edinburgh.
He showed us photos of Purdy leaving his expensive-looking house in Barnton, arriving at the office, going out for lunch, the AIM building, his top of the range Lexus and then . . .
“This is an interesting one,” he said. He pulled out another picture. It was of Purdy walking up a street somewhere in the city, not readily identifiable, with a young, shapely blonde woman on his arm. They were obviously talking to each other in a very friendly fashion.
“Why?” we asked.
“She’s not his wife.” He pulled out a glossy AIM brochure which had a photograph of a group of people taken at some public event and in the middle of the group was Purdy with a dark-haired lady standing next to him.
“That’s his wife,” said Mike, pointing to her. “That’s great. Purdy has a mistress. That could be useful. Do you know who she is or where she lives?”
“Yes. We have a name and an address. She is a divorcee and runs a hairdressing salon in the High Street. We’ve quite a few photographs of her.”
“Fine. Keep away from her now. We don’t want to run any risk of her finding out she’s being watched. As long as we know how to get to her if we need to.”
“Anything else?” asked Pierre. “We’ve only managed to come across two blokes who he seems to frequent. He goes to a squash club down in Leith twice a week. He always plays with the same guy. We followed him there on Tuesday and after he’d gone I had a look at the board of court reservation and his name was up every Tuesday and Thursday with the same guy and at the same time. It’s obviously regular.”
“Who’s the guy?” “Don’t know yet,” he replied. “We only have a name, Bill Dewar. But I’ve asked Doug to find out more . . . just in case.”
“And the second person?”
Mike pushed a photo over to me. “He’s lunched twice this week with this man.” I picked it up and looked at it. It was only a three-quarter view and taken through a window but the man looked distinctly familiar.
Then I thought I had it. I pushed the picture across to Pierre.
“Mean anything to you, Pierre?”
He stared at it for while.
“This man was at the conference.” “Correct. I think that’s a man called Gavin Reid who could well be AIM’s lawyer. Personally I don’t much like the look of him. Could you check him out as well, Mike?”
We broke up around three. We agreed that Pierre would bring Sophie round the next morning and, as he hadn’t much else to do, he’d go down and play Lundin Links, which I told him was another of Dad’s favourite courses.
Mike would be going back to Edinburgh to check up on Gavin Reid and Purdy’s squash playing friend, Bill Dewar.
Chapter 10
The next morning I got up early. There hadn’t been a woman in the house since Liz died, apart from my cleaning lady and Mrs Clark. There was a distinct male atmosphere to the place. There wasn’t much I could do about that but at least I could tidy up a bit.
I opened all the windows to let the air in. Books were tidied away and the place was given a good vacuuming. Checked out the bathroom. Made sure it was presentable and clean. I definitely needed to clean the kitchen. Last night’s frying pan lying in the sink was not a good idea.
By the time I’d done all that I was exhausted and my back was aching.
I sat down for a minute and looked at Dad’s picture on the opposite wall. I told him a bit more about Pierre, about Mike and Heather’s reaction to him and the news that their Dad had a secret past. I told him
“Just a simple connection to a server or access to WiFi,” she replied.
“Well I’ve got internet at home, which is only five minutes away. Will that do? Or I’m sure they have WiFi here in the hotel.”
“Yours would be better,” she replied. “Fine. Pierre can bring you over tomorrow. It’ll give me time to tidy up a bit and clear a space for you to work.”
Mike then gave us a report on what he and Doug had found out in Edinburgh.
He showed us photos of Purdy leaving his expensive-looking house in Barnton, arriving at the office, going out for lunch, the AIM building, his top of the range Lexus and then . . .
“This is an interesting one,” he said. He pulled out another picture. It was of Purdy walking up a street somewhere in the city, not readily identifiable, with a young, shapely blonde woman on his arm. They were obviously talking to each other in a very friendly fashion.
“Why?” we asked.
“She’s not his wife.” He pulled out a glossy AIM brochure which had a photograph of a group of people taken at some public event and in the middle of the group was Purdy with a dark-haired lady standing next to him.
“That’s his wife,” said Mike, pointing to her. “That’s great. Purdy has a mistress. That could be useful. Do you know who she is or where she lives?”
“Yes. We have a name and an address. She is a divorcee and runs a hairdressing salon in the High Street. We’ve quite a few photographs of her.”
“Fine. Keep away from her now. We don’t want to run any risk of her finding out she’s being watched. As long as we know how to get to her if we need to.”
“Anything else?” asked Pierre. “We’ve only managed to come across two blokes who he seems to frequent. He goes to a squash club down in Leith twice a week. He always plays with the same guy. We followed him there on Tuesday and after he’d gone I had a look at the board of court reservation and his name was up every Tuesday and Thursday with the same guy and at the same time. It’s obviously regular.”
“Who’s the guy?” “Don’t know yet,” he replied. “We only have a name, Bill Dewar. But I’ve asked Doug to find out more . . . just in case.”
“And the second person?”
Mike pushed a photo over to me. “He’s lunched twice this week with this man.” I picked it up and looked at it. It was only a three-quarter view and taken through a window but the man looked distinctly familiar.
Then I thought I had it. I pushed the picture across to Pierre.
“Mean anything to you, Pierre?”
He stared at it for while.
“This man was at the conference.” “Correct. I think that’s a man called Gavin Reid who could well be AIM’s lawyer. Personally I don’t much like the look of him. Could you check him out as well, Mike?”
We broke up around three. We agreed that Pierre would bring Sophie round the next morning and, as he hadn’t much else to do, he’d go down and play Lundin Links, which I told him was another of Dad’s favourite courses.
Mike would be going back to Edinburgh to check up on Gavin Reid and Purdy’s squash playing friend, Bill Dewar.
Chapter 10
The next morning I got up early. There hadn’t been a woman in the house since Liz died, apart from my cleaning lady and Mrs Clark. There was a distinct male atmosphere to the place. There wasn’t much I could do about that but at least I could tidy up a bit.
I opened all the windows to let the air in. Books were tidied away and the place was given a good vacuuming. Checked out the bathroom. Made sure it was presentable and clean. I definitely needed to clean the kitchen. Last night’s frying pan lying in the sink was not a good idea.
By the time I’d done all that I was exhausted and my back was aching.
I sat down for a minute and looked at Dad’s picture on the opposite wall. I told him a bit more about Pierre, about Mike and Heather’s reaction to him and the news that their Dad had a secret past. I told him
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