The Cyclist by Tim Sullivan

Author:Tim Sullivan [Sullivan, Tim]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Pacific Press
Published: 2020-09-01T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter 19

Cross sat in his office, door closed and blind down, for a few days. In at the start of the day, earlier than anyone else, and out last. No-one saw anything of him during this time. Ottey had joked with him once that he could just take a few days off with his office closed up like this and no-one would be any the wiser. He was completely baffled as to why he would want to do such a thing in the middle of a murder case. His actions indicated that he didn't want to be disturbed. People had become used to respecting this, because when he appeared, he would, more often than not, have discovered something of significance for the case they were working on. It wouldn't be some great insight worthy of Sherlock Holmes, who would eloquently spout forth a confected and well-configured theory of what had happened. In Cross' case it was normally a tiny speck of information that no-one had noticed, and therefore passed blindly over, which then had a fundamental knock-on effect on the case.

He also only ever retreated in this way when he felt they didn't really have a lot to go on and were chasing half leads, trying to piece together a narrative with few facts. Which was of course what police work was often about. He just knew that if he concentrated he might come up with something. Sometimes it only took a few hours. Other times it could be days at a stretch. He was poring over Alex's emails in an account Alice had found via the USB. There was a lot of correspondence with a man called Angelo Sokratis at Hellenic Holdings in Athens. But it was the name of the person who'd introduced them in the first place, Franny that stood out to Cross. So Tony had been involved. Most interesting of all, however, was a meeting Alex had in his diary for the evening he died. It was in the Hampton by Hilton hotel at the airport. Cross checked the flight plans for private aircraft that day and discovered that a flight had arrived from Athens at five thirty that afternoon and left just after one in the morning. He hadn’t realised that Bristol was an airport that operated twenty-four hours a day. There were two passengers and a stewardess. The passengers were Angelo Sokratis and his business manager, Theo. It seemed that, over time, Angelo had gone from wanting to be a co-investor to sole investor. This was around the time that Alex had told the bank that he wouldn't need their loan.

There had been a to-ing and fro-ing over terms as Theo was trying to strong-arm Alex, who, it had to be said, stood his ground. He finally informed the Athenians that he didn't need this deal. He would just go back to the bank, bide his time and find another investor. He was confident that his proposal had become more and more attractive to potential investors, the more work he did on it.

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