The decision, p.1
The Decision, page 1
The Decision
Robert Cort
To Fiona, Philip and all the team responsible for the fascinating television series, ‘Fake or Fortune?’.
The programme inspired me to write the Ian Caxton thriller series.
Contents
Title Page
Dedication
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Chapter 29
Chapter 30
Chapter 31
Chapter 32
Chapter 33
Chapter 34
Chapter 35
Chapter 36
Chapter 37
Chapter 38
Chapter 39
Chapter 40
Chapter 41
Chapter 42
Chapter 43
Chapter 44
Chapter 45
Chapter 46
Chapter 47
Chapter 48
Chapter 49
Chapter 50
Chapter 51
Chapter 52
Chapter 53
Chapter 54
Chapter 55
Chapter 56
Chapter 57
Chapter 58
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Chapter 1
It was 9.50am when a member of the ‘Harbour Heights’ reception team telephoned the Penthouse apartment. Ian answered the call. The receptionist asked if Julian could come straight up to the apartment. Ian was confused as he knew it had been agreed that he and his wife would meet Julian in reception at 10am. Nevertheless, Ian assumed Julian must have a good reason for changing the arrangements, so he asked the receptionist to send him up.
Five minutes later Julian pressed the doorbell. Ian opened the door. Julian was not dressed in his usual smart chauffeur attire but in casual clothes. He was unshaven, shaking and had a very white complexion.
Ian was surprised with Julian’s appearance. “Julian are you alright? You look in shock. Come in and sit down. What’s the matter? Emma! Can you bring a glass of water!?”
Ian helped Julian to the nearest sofa and suggested he sit down.
Emma, Ian’s wife, arrived with a glass of water and handed it to Julian. She looked at Ian and asked, “What’s the matter?”
Ian shrugged his shoulders and waited for Julian to speak.
Julian took two small sips of the water and then looked up into both their faces. Tears had appeared in both of his eyes and now they were slowly trickling down his cheek.
“It’s Andrei. He’s dead!!”
“What!!” exclaimed Ian. “When!? How did he die!?”
Julian put the glass down on the small table in front of him. He lowered his head, covered his face with his hands and said, “I don’t know!”
Ian looked across to Emma, who was also shocked and wide eyed. He then sat down next to Julian and put his arm on Julian’s shoulder. “I’m so sorry. You don’t know what happened?”
“He died on the cruise,” explained Julian, still with his head in his hands. “Just two days after Sydney. I don’t know how he died… or what happened.”
Ian leaned back on the sofa and glanced up at Emma. She looked back with a confused expression on her face.
Ian leaned forward again to Julian’s side and asked, “What do we do now? What can I do to help?”
“Sergei telephoned me. He knows what Andrei’s wishes were.”
“Oh. Maybe I need to speak to him.”
“Andrei was more than an employer. He was… I know this will sound ridiculous, but he was like a father to me.”
“He was a very special person,” said Ian, with genuine feeling. The reality of the situation was now beginning to hit him. He forced back his own tears and looked up to Emma for help.
Emma quickly read the situation. “Come on, Julian, I’ll make you breakfast. Ian can telephone Sergei.”
Julian picked up his glass of water and followed Emma into the kitchen area. Ian meanwhile stood up and walked into the dining area to collect his mobile phone. He wiped both of his eyes. From his contact list, he selected Sergei’s home telephone number. After five rings Sergei answered the call.
“Hello, Sergei. It’s Ian Caxton. We are in Monaco. Julian is with us and he’s just told us about Andrei.”
“Hello, Ian. I telephoned your home number earlier but just got the answerphone.”
“Sergei, what can I do to help? Julian says Andrei gave you his instructions.”
“I’ve just been talking to the cruise company and they say that the cruise ship has got to dock at Brisbane. The police have been informed and they need to establish the cause of death.”
“Right,” said Ian. He was not sure how to proceed, or what to say.
“There will probably be a post mortem,” continued Sergei. “The cruise company representative said that Andrei died in his sleep, possibly from a heart attack.”
“I see. Do you want me to go to Australia?”
“No, no. That won’t be necessary. The police and Andrei’s travel insurers, they’re already both on the scene. I think we should wait until we hear from them first.”
“Okay, but, is there anything I can do in the meantime? We are due back in the UK in three days’ time, but I could see if we can get an earlier flight.”
“I’m sure there are people that you, or Julian, know who need to be informed. Both in Monaco and France. Maybe you could do that for me, please. We can discuss the matter again when you have returned home.”
“I’ll do that, Sergei. I’ll telephone you when we are back in the UK.” Both men said their goodbyes and Ian wandered into the kitchen area where Emma had prepared a cup of tea and some toast for Julian.
“Sergei says there is little we can do at the moment other than inform local friends in Monaco and France.”
Julian put down his cup of tea and looked up to Ian. “Andrei only had a few local friends. Lady friends mainly… like Marie. He was often away on business, so he didn’t have a large circle of friends. He really didn’t trust many people.”
“We have Marie’s telephone number, but do you know the others?”
“Yes. I can contact them… and I’ll also speak to Marie.”
“You must let us help you, Julian.”
“It will be better coming from me. I know these people… and they know me.” Julian stood up and looked from Emma to Ian. “I must go… and get on. Thank you for the breakfast. I also need to speak to Andrei’s legal people.” Julian walked towards the door.
“Are you sure you’re okay?” asked Emma. She really didn’t think that he should be leaving at that moment.
Julian opened the door and looked back. “No, not really… I’ve just lost my best friend.” He exited the apartment and slowly closed the door behind him.
Ian and Emma looked at each other. After a few seconds Emma said, “I hope he’ll be alright.” She picked up the teacup and plate that Julian had used and placed them next to the sink.
“It’s a shock for all of us. I think he’ll be okay though.” Ian looked down at his mobile phone, it was still in his hand. He wondered why Sergei had not tried to contact him via his mobile number.
Three days later Ian and Emma were back in the UK. Emma’s plans for a romantic few days away in Monaco had evaporated after Julian’s devastating two words – ‘Andrei’s dead’. During the rest of the Monaco break, Ian was largely very quiet and preoccupied with his thoughts about Andrei. He also spent some of his time sending and receiving emails.
When they arrived back at their home, Emma telephoned her mother-in-law. She wanted to check to see how Robert was. Everything there was fine and everybody appeared to be happy. At least somebody had a good time, she thought. However, she was looking forward to collecting Robert the following day.
The next morning Ian was up early and just about to leave to go to his office, when he called to Emma, “I’ll try and see Sergei after work this evening. You and Robert have your dinner and I will eat something when I get home.” He picked up his laptop bag and headed towards the front door.
“Okay,” called Emma. She came down the stairs and gave Ian a kiss.
Ian then left their home and walked towards the railway station. There was a light shower in the air, although Ian didn’t really notice it. During his 15 minute walk he couldn’t get Andrei out of his mind. His thoughts kept swinging from memories of his dealings with his friend to concerns about his own future. He wondered what more surprises he was going to find out over the coming weeks and months? Hopefully, Sergei would soon have some of these answers.
When Ian arrived at his office he telephoned Sergei. They briefly exchanged pleasantries and Sergei agreed to a meeting, later that evening, at 7 o’clock.
It was just after 7pm when Ian pressed the front door bell of the Kuznetsov family home. He stood back and, once agai
About 30 seconds later the door was opened by Sergei. He gave Ian a big smile and invited him in. The two men shook hands and Sergei pointed to his study, inviting Ian to enter.
The two men sat down and Ian began to speak. “Thank you for seeing me, Sergei. I’m still in shock with Andrei’s death. Have you received any more news from Australia?”
“The cruise ship people are still officially saying the post mortem results are likely to state that Andrei died of heart failure. Natural causes. The insurers are arranging for Andrei’s body to be transferred to Scotland.”
“Scotland!” exclaimed Ian, in surprise. “Why Scotland?”
Sergei pulled a file of papers out of his desk drawer. “A few weeks ago I met with Andrei at the Savoy hotel for lunch. He had just returned from Scotland. He gave me all these legal papers and his instructions in the event of his death. Amongst the instructions, Andrei said that he wanted to be cremated and his ashes to be scattered in the grounds at Baltoun Castle. I have spoken with the Laird and he confirms that he already knew of Andrei’s wishes and had also agreed to his request during his last visit to the castle.”
“Wow. So, did Andrei think he was going to die soon? What other surprises are there?”
“He was certainly not a well man when we met the last time at the Savoy. He was also in a very serious mood. Not like him at all! He also thought one of his enemies was now looking for him. However, he didn’t elaborate any further.”
Ian wondered how many more surprises were going to be revealed.
Sergei continued. “The paperwork confirming full and final transfer of the Monaco apartment to you is in the hands of Andrei’s legal people. The rest of Andrei’s assets are to be distributed as per his will.”
“I see. Do you know when the funeral will be?”
“Not yet. The Australian police are being very coy about when they will give permission for the body to be released. The insurers will then make all the necessary arrangements for his body to be transferred to the UK.”
“Why would the Australian police do that? Surely they would be keen to release Andrei’s body as soon as possible.”
“I know. I’m wondering if there is more to Andrei’s death than the cruise ship company wants, or is willing, to say. I’m waiting for a telephone call from the insurers, we may know more then.”
After Ian left his meeting with Sergei, he slowly wandered along the streets and back towards Victoria underground station. His mind was spinning. He was certainly feeling somewhat guilty. He wondered if Andrei believed that he had really taken full advantage of ‘the opportunity’ he had opened up for him whilst he was alive. Now that he was going to fully inherit the Monaco apartment, and the 10 year annuity that Andrei had also set aside to help with the apartment’s financial upkeep, he wondered if he really deserved it all.
Ian knew, however, that his main concern was with Emma and Robert. He could not afford to put their livelihoods at stake. Andrei, after all, was a bachelor with very few responsibilities. He could afford to take all the risks he’d taken. Even so, Ian still pondered and worried, that there must be something he could do to clear his conscience and prove that Andrei’s belief in him was not completely misguided.
Later that evening, Ian explained all the details of his meeting with Sergei to Emma.
When he’d finished, she said, “It’s all a bit strange. Surely if the Australian police are happy that Andrei died of natural causes, then why are they not releasing the body?”
“My only guess is that they think it wasn’t due to natural causes! Sergei has only spoken to the cruise company and, for public relations reasons, they probably don’t want to say anything else… at least, not until the full details of the post mortem have been issued.”
“I see. So what are you going to do now?”
“I’m not sure. I don’t know if there is anything I can do. I need to speak to Andrei’s legal people about the apartment, but I would prefer to wait until the situation in Australia has resolved itself first. I don’t want to appear grasping or uncaring.”
Emma suddenly had a startled look on her face. “You don’t think Andrei was murdered do you?”
“To be honest, it wouldn’t surprise me. Andrei did have a number of enemies.”
“I do hope not, Ian. Let’s just pray it was natural causes.” Emma suddenly felt quite afraid.
“Mmm, I agree. However, we are just speculating. We need to wait for the Australian police to complete their work,” replied Ian. However, in his own mind he was still wondering if indeed the death was the result of murder, and if so, would there be any potential repercussions for him and his family?
It was a week later when Ian received the telephone call that he had been dreading.
Chapter 2
Ian was in his office when his telephone rang. Penny, his PA, was currently out of the office delivering some pictures, so Ian answered the call himself.
“Mr Caxton?” asked the authoritative male voice, with a distinctive Australian accent.
“Yes,” replied Ian, hesitantly. “Who’s calling?”
“My name is Detective Constable Steven Ponting. I’m with the Brisbane police authorities. I was wondering if I could speak to you about your relationship with the late Mr Andrei Petrov?”
Ian rose from his seat behind his desk, and as he began to reply to the policeman he walked across the room to close his connecting door to the outer office. He then resumed sitting at his desk.
Over the next twenty minutes Ian explained that he and Andrei had enjoyed a successful business relationship centred around Andrei’s activities of buying and selling art and paintings. He went on to answer a number of the detective’s follow up questions and explained exactly his whereabouts around the time of Andrei’s death.
Finally Ian asked his own obvious question. “I thought that Andrei died of natural causes. From your questions it sounds as though this might not be the case?”
“No, Mr Caxton, it is not. Our medical investigations proved conclusively that Mr Petrov was murdered. He was poisoned. Have you ever heard of the nerve gas, ‘Novichok’?”
Ian immediately felt the blood drain from his face. His breathing became quicker and he also felt his heart rate beginning to rise. “Oh my god! Are you sure!?” was all he could reply.
“Oh yes, Mr Caxton, we are very sure. Mr Petrov involuntarily inhaled the gas during his sleep on the cruise ship. We are certain Mr Petrov was the victim of a deliberate act of murder!”
“I see,” replied Ian, still deeply shocked. “Have you any idea who murdered him?”
“At this stage, we are still following our normal enquiries.”
“Yes, of course,” responded Ian.
“Thank you for your time, Mr Caxton. We probably won’t need to speak to you again.”
“Thank you,” said Ian. “I hope I was of some help.” He put the receiver back on its base and just stared out of the window. His mind seemed to be spinning in all directions. After about ten minutes had elapsed he heard a tap on the connecting door.
“Come in,” he shouted, and then tried to refocus his mind back to the present.
The connecting door slowly opened. “Hello, Ian.” It was Penny. “Is everything okay? Your door is not usually closed.”
“Yes…yes, thanks, Penny. Just a private call and I knew you were not in the outer office,” replied Ian. He took a deep breath. “Everything okay with you?”
“Yes, fine. I delivered those two watercolours back to Graingers. They were happy with the valuations and will probably go for the auction option. We should find out in a few days.”
“Thanks.” Ian rose from his seat and walked towards where Penny was standing in the doorway. “I think I’m going to get some fresh air. It’s a bit stuffy in here with the door closed.” Ian passed by Penny. Both briefly smiled at each other and then Ian exited the outer office into the corridor.
From where she was standing, Penny looked around Ian’s office. Satisfied that nothing seemed to be amiss, she pushed the connecting door back to its usually wide open position and walked back to her own desk.
When Ian returned he felt a little calmer, but was still worried about the Australian policeman’s information. After a few minutes he opened up his computer and googled the word ‘Novichok’. He was surprised that there were so many entries! However, he selected a website at random and began to read:
