Tuesday 7:30 am
Next morning, Tony was brushing his teeth when Marco called out “Breakfast!” from downstairs.
When Tony entered the kitchen see could see that Marco was upset.
“What up?” asked Tony.
Marco pointed to the front page of The Daily Mirror which was laying on the breakfast table. There was a large picture of Tony with the caption “Have you seen this man?”
“Seems Scotland Yard want to ask you questions about those murders in Landon last week,” said Marco, who, by the look on his face, wanted an explanation from Tony.
“Okay, I’ll tell you the whole story,” said Tony, who knew that Marco would easily detect any bullshit.”
Marco watched Tony very carefully. He put all his bullshit detection techniques into play as he knew that trouble was on the horizon.
“First of all, I swear to you that I didn’t commit those murders. I was framed,” said Tony.
Marco had no doubt that Tony was telling the truth.
“I’m ashamed to say that I was the middle man between the bad guys and the hit man. I delivered the contracts and arranged payment. That stabbing in the cafe in Chelsea—I tried to set up the hit man, so that he’d get caught. He must have found out and set me up instead. I didn’t shoot him—honestly.”
“Then the other murder, the murder at Stanford Bridge. I was there at Stanford Bridge, but I didn’t do it. The hitman must have left evidence there to incriminate me. He framed me. I didn’t do it.”
Marco noticed that Tony’s breathing changed slightly when talking about the shooting. That, and because he was repeating himself, and touching his mouth told Marco that Tony was hiding something, but he was convinced that Tony wasn’t the murderer.
“OK, I believe you, but I don’t think you’re telling me everything. That’s OK, you must have your reasons,” said Marco.
“Yes, you’re right. You’re going to find out soon anyway—it’ll probably be all over the news. I robbed the Bank of England.”
“What! You’re joking,” said Marco.
“No, the guy who was killed in the cafe came up with the plan to defraud the Bank out of £8 million in gold bars. Carlos Olivera, one of the biggest crooks in London, got involved and I double-crossed him. I’ve got £8 million in gold, but I won’t be able to touch it for a couple of years.”
“Where is it?” asked Marco.
“You don’t want to know. It’s better for you if you don’t.”
“So what are you going to do for money? You are going to need a lot to evade the police and the gangsters,” said Marco.
“Money is the least of my problems. I’ve already taken care of that. You forget that I was the money manager for those guys. I have all the account numbers and passwords. Their bank balances have been reduced by 50% and I am 12 Million pounds richer!”
“Christ!” said Marco. “So what’s your plan?”