May I askwhy he was being followed?
To encourage a greater openness in Keen, Taploe opted to be as candid as the situation would allow.
He wasnt being followed, exactly. At least, not at first. But on Macklins third visit to the Russian capital he was observed by local law enforcement officials talking to a known member of the Kukushkin crime syndicate under observation in a separate case. Nothing unusual there, you might think, but the meetings then occurred again, on trips four, five and six. Each time with the same man, albeit in a different location.
What was the contacts name?
Malere, Taploe replied. Kristin Malere. A Lithuanian, originally out of Vilnius. Anyway, as you may or may not be aware, my organization has been developing increasingly strong links with the organized crime division of Russian Internal Affairs. Because Macklin is a British citizen, these meetings were brought to our attention and my team began looking into it.
On the basis of a few meetings with a low-level Baltic hoodlum?
Taploe sniffed. He did not enjoy having his judgment brought into question by anyone, least of all a disdainful MI6 toff eight years in the private sector.
Ordinarily, of course, this would not have aroused our suspicion. He wanted Keen to know his place, to feel like an outsider. After all, Mr Macklin was only representing the interests of his employer. As you will be aware, it is often necessary in the present climate to climb into bed with what I like to call some of the unsavoury characters on the Russian landscape.
Keen looked at his watch.
Now, we have reason to believe that Viktor Kukushkin is presently trying to consolidate his position in the UK, Taploe said firmly. He wasnt going to be rushed. Simply as a precaution, we put Watchers from my team on Macklin when he returned home. So imagine our surprise when, just days after arriving backfrom one of his trips to Russia, he met one of Kukushkins London representatives at a hotel in Sussex Gardens. Another unsavoury character by the name of Juris Duchev. The corners of Keens mouth twitched. These meetings started to happen at other hotels in the Greater London area on a fairly regular basis. On at least four occasions we suspect Macklin left with cash sums in excess of eighty thousand pounds. To my knowledge he also banked two six-figure dollar sums in a legitimate, Cypriot-registered shell company named Pentagon Investments.
Taploe took a long, deep breath, as if the effort of summing up the Libra case with such clarity and precision had left him briefly exhausted. He was on the point of elaborating further when a squat, thick-set man wearing a pin-striped suit emerged from a nearby house and turned towards them. He was well within earshot and Taploe immediately assumed cover.
So youll be away all weekend? he said quickly. Why dont you leave me your number and Ill try to get hold of you then.
The switch, a very basic precaution, was also second nature to Keen. Given that many of Divisars employees were drawn from the secret world, the company operated on much the same basis as the intelligence services. If, for example, Keen happened to be discussing an operation at headquarters and was interrupted by another member of staff entering the room, he would quickly drop into small talk until that person had left the area. There were pockets of expertise within the company, and very little crossover due to the requirements of secrecy; many employees were strangers to one another. Nevertheless, he felt that Taploe had overplayed it, and enjoyed delaying his response for as long as possible.
Or you could just call my mobile, he replied slowly. Do you have the number? His voice was deliberately bored. Its printed on my card.
The man was now thirty metres behind them, standing beside a two-door BMW. Keen heard the double sonics of central locking and registered amber hazard lights flaring briefly in the back window of a nearby van. Then he heard the drivers door clunk shut as the man climbed inside.
It was safe to continue.
The answer to your question, Mr Taploe, is that I cannot tell you very much. Keen sounded assured, imperial. I have neither seen nor spoken to Thomas Macklin in over two months. Whom he chooses to hold meetings with in Moscow, London or Timbuktu is his business, not mine. Ditto any strange bankac-counts. Obviously you suspect money laundering
Obviously, Taploe said quickly. The thing is, we cant make an arrest until we know the source of the cash. Macklin could realistically claim that he had no knowledge of handling dirty money, or say that he was acting as a lawyer for Viktor Kukushkin and planned to use the funds to buy real estate. But wed be interested in what you could tell us about your early contact with Libra.
Keen noted the use of the plural pronoun: making it a point of honour, a duty to the old firm. However, rather than answer immediately, he asked a question of his own.
How did you find me?
Taploe was looking down Augustine Road towards Brook Green. He rubbed his cheek.
Your name was recognized when it came up during preliminary research into Divisar.
Keen sounded a sarcastic note.
So what? you found out I was in the Office, thought it was your lucky day and ran me as a trace request through the ND? Is that how it still works over there?
Taploe hesitated. Something like that.
Was there anything Recorded Against? Keen asked, employing the Service euphemism. Id love to know.
Taploe ignored the question.
Why dont we just talkabout your initial contact with Libra?
Keen sighed, loathing the dryness of bureaucracy.
Very well. This is what I know, although I cant think why it will be of any use to you. Thomas Macklin approached Divisar about six months ago. Id have to check the file to be more precise. He was sharp and efficient and he came as Roths representative, which is often the way in our business. If push comes to shove, those boys want as much distance between us and them as they can manage. It was a simple job, of the sort I do all the time. Libra were interested in setting up operations in Russia and Macklin had a lot of very sensible questions that needed answering. Due diligence on real estate and freeholders. Wanted to know how to go about recruiting staff, finding suppliers, who Libras competitors would be and so forth. I remember he was slightly obsessive about the tax and licensing position. Above all, he needed to know about the roof. What palms needed to be crossed and how much silver. To amuse himself, Keen added, You know what a roof is, dont you, Mr Taploe?
Ive been working organized crime for two years, he replied. Of course I know about the roof. It irritated Taploe that Keen was not as concerned by his line of questioning as he might have been; but then that was the birthright of the upper classes, the lizard-thickskin of the FCO. So did Divisar put Libra in touch with the appropriate organizations? he asked.
Thats not how it works. Kukushkin would have come to them. Hes one of the new-style mobsters, the avtoritet. Less regard for tradition than the older vors and a lot more unpredictable when it comes to things like chopping peoples fingers off. But, yes, I pointed them in the right direction, told Macklin who the main players were. Divisar did what we were paid to do.
Taploe listened to this and decided that it was time to play his trump card.
And how long was it before you realized that your eldest son was a senior executive at Libra?
Keen had known that the question was coming; Taploe had been deliberately withholding it as a tactic to arouse his suspicion. Nevertheless, he felt squeezed by it, cornered into obfuscation. His immediate response was defensive.
Now what does that have to do with anything?
Taploe stopped walking and turned to face him. Keen was a good six inches taller and considerably better built, with narrow blue eyes that he used as tools of concealment, to frighten and charm in equal measure. Taploe tried as best he could to look through them.
Perhaps you could just answer the question, he said. We have no wish to pry into your personal life. It is simply our understanding that since Libras first approach you have been able to form some sort of a relationship with your eldest son after how should I put it? an absence of almost thirty years.
Youre clearly very well informed.
Not as well informed as Id like to be. Did you know that Mark was working at Libra when Divisar tookthem on as clients?
Keen waited. He could feel frustration, even anger, beginning to undermine his better judgment. All that residual guilt over Carolyn and the boys rising up in him like a sickness.
As I recall, he said firmly, there were two preliminary meetings between Macklin and one of my colleagues before I was brought on board. During that time Mark found out that I worked for the company and telephoned me with a view to getting together.
As I recall, he said firmly, there were two preliminary meetings between Macklin and one of my colleagues before I was brought on board. During that time Mark found out that I worked for the company and telephoned me with a view to getting together.
And what was your reaction?
Is that relevant? I wasnt aware that I was talking to a psychiatrist.
Taploe had pushed too far. He was annoyed with himself and felt the heat of unease flush through his cheeks. He would have to back down, if only for the sake of the pitch.
Youre right, he said. Its not my business. I am simply interested in Marks role in all of this.
Then at last we have something in common.
I can tell you that theres no evidence to suggest your son knows what Macklin is up to, Taploe offered. He didnt accompany him to Russia on his last two visits, nor has he been seen with any of Kukushkins representatives in either Moscow or London.
So why am I here this evening? Keen asked. What on earth do you need me for?
It was a question to which he already knew the answer. Taploe was simply priming himself.
Just an act of kindness, he said quietly, a favour, for want of a better description.