“She’s very bright,” says Tony.
“But Andrew Fairbanks was on her books?” Amy asks. “And Bella Sanchez, and Mark Gooch?”
“Steve sent me the names,” says Tony, “and she hadn’t heard of any of them. Went through her emails and everything.”
Rosie levers herself up from the sofa. “Can I get anyone a tequila?”
“We’re working, Rosie,” says Steve.
“Yes, please,” says Amy. She is more relaxed now she knows Eddie Flood is about to be 10,000 miles away. Rosie goes off to raid the drinks cabinet.
“I can’t believe that’s really Rosie D’Antonio,” says John.
“Believe it, Johnny,” Rosie shouts as she pours tequila into shot glasses.
“So someone is paying Felicity a lot of money to use her company,” says Steve. “Clients are being booked by the company, but she knows nothing about them. And she hasn’t spoken to anyone about this?”
“I don’t think she’s had anyone to speak to,” says Tony.
“Until now,” says Jyoti.
“But she must know it’s dodgy?” says Amy.
“I think she’s been kidding herself,” says Tony. “She’s a very moral woman.”
“Sorry to hear that, Tony,” says Rosie, sitting back down again with three shot glasses of tequila. She and Amy knock theirs back; Steve pushes his to one side.
“Okay,” says Amy. “We need Felicity to send us everything she has: accounts, emails, everything. Whoever’s using her company as a front has killed three people, and is trying to kill me.”
“I’ll ask her,” says Tony. “Who do you think it is? She won’t be in danger? If she sends you her records?”
“Tony,” says Steve, “the people she’s working for have sent three people to their deaths. So you have to think maybe she’s in danger, either way.”
“They could kill her?” Tony asks.
“Seems to me like they could kill everyone,” says Rosie, returning to the sofa with three more shots.
“Except you,” says Amy, “because you’re a celebrity.”
“What if this story ends with everybody dead except me?” says Rosie, downing her shot. “Hell of a final scene. I love it.”
“You’ll keep Felicity safe?” Tony asks.
“We’ll keep everyone safe,” says Steve. “Is there anything else she can tell us?”
“What did Felicity say about the one in prison?” John asks Tony.
“Which one?” replies Tony.
“The one in the prison in Dubai?” says John. “The influencer stopped at customs? Weren’t you telling us about it earlier?”
“I don’t think Felicity told me that,” says Tony.
“What girl?” Amy asks.
“Can’t remember the name,” says Jyoti. “Kylie? She got ten years. Dubai, smuggling something.”
Amy sees Steve on his phone. He’s gone from being a man who was scared to turn his phone on in mid air a week ago to a man now using a burner phone with Wi-Fi at 25,000 feet.
“Courtney Lewis?” he asks. “Ten years, Al-Awir Prison, Dubai?”
“That’s the one,” says John. “All connected.”
“Courtney, Kylie,” says Jyoti. “I see what I was thinking.”
“And she’s connected?” Amy asks.
“Felicity seems to think so,” says John.
“Okay, we’re on it,” says Amy.
Rosie is pouring more shots. Amy hears Tony say, “I don’t remember telling you that,” but it gets a little lost in people saying their goodbyes.
“So perhaps we should go to see this Courtney woman in prison?”
“We can’t get to Dubai anytime soon,” says Steve. “We’re going to need a few days in Ireland. Then I thought maybe I’d head back to Axley for a day or tw—”
“We don’t need to go to Dubai,” says Amy.
