‘Yes. This is my first slice of toast as a dead man, and it is delicious,’ says Viktor.
‘It’s Waitrose multi-seeded,’ says Joyce. ‘It’s in the freezer for special occasions, so don’t get used to it.’
‘I should get shot more often,’ says Viktor. ‘Maybe in heaven Joyce makes the breakfast?’
‘I don’t think either of us will be going to heaven to find out, Viktor,’ says Elizabeth.
‘Maybe in hell, Ron makes you breakfast?’ says Ibrahim, and everyone laughs, except Ron.
‘Hello, I’m Ron,’ says Ron.
‘A man with the heart of a lion,’ says Viktor.
‘If you say so,’ says Ron.
‘Ron is harder to compliment than Ibrahim,’ Elizabeth tells Viktor.
When Elizabeth first met Viktor, which would have been sometime around 1982, and somewhere around Gdańsk, he already had a fearsome reputation. A reputation for intelligence, rather than for violence, which marked him out as someone to worry about. He had risen from the ranks of the Leningrad KGB at that point, and was running agents in Scandinavia. He would later rise and rise until he was at the very top table of the KGB. Which was no mean feat. He had eventually fallen out of love with the whole system, however, and gone freelance. Which explained why he owned a penthouse.
They had met in a bar by the port to exchange prisoners without rigmarole, and, several bottles of vodka later, their friendship had been established. Eventually they were as close friends as sworn enemies could possibly be. Elizabeth had never imagined she would end up faking Viktor’s death in a London penthouse, but neither had Elizabeth imagined having a best friend who didn’t listen to Radio 4. Sometimes you simply have to swim with the tide.
‘I think I should like to ask, if I may have the floor,’ says Ibrahim, ‘why did Elizabeth have to kill you? Not now, Alan.’
‘The criminal underworld, is all linked,’ says Viktor. ‘The Colombians, the Albanians, the New York mob. They all do different things, they all fight, but sometimes they need each other. Sometimes they need someone to bring them together. Someone they trust with their money when it moves through the system. And that’s me. I make sure everyone plays nice, everyone makes money, and I make sure people don’t kill each other.’
‘But they do kill each other, old son,’ says Ron.
‘I know,’ says Viktor. ‘But not as much as they would. I do what I can. Now, in every country I have men like Martin Lomax, who work for me.’
Elizabeth thinks back to Martin Lomax. That beautiful house they went to visit.
‘So, you see, you killed one of my guys,’ says Viktor.
‘Sorry, Viktor,’ says Joyce.
‘You probably had your reasons,’ says Viktor.
‘We did,’ says Elizabeth.
‘What happened to his diamonds?’ asks Viktor.
‘Long story,’ says Elizabeth.
‘So who is the Viking?’ asks Ron. ‘Why does he want to kill you?’
‘The new generation of criminals are different. And they like to launder their money in a new way. No gold, no diamonds, no bureaux de change or car factories, which is how I launder money.’
Alan sneezes.
‘Bless you, Alan,’ says Viktor. ‘The new generation clean all their money through cryptocurrency.’
‘Ah, like Bitcoin,’ says Joyce, nodding.
‘Yes, like Bitcoin,’ says Viktor.
‘And like Dogecoin and Ethereum,’ adds Joyce, taking a sip of her tea. ‘And Binance Coin, which is rocketing up this morning.’
Elizabeth looks at her friend. They will have a conversation about this later.
‘And cryptocurrency is the Viking’s business? That’s the story here?’
Viktor nods. ‘But I tell people to steer clear of cryptocurrency. Is too risky. I’m just doing my job, nothing personal. So I cost him a lot of money, and he would make a great deal more if I died. Of course, he could just wait a few years until everyone trusts cryptocurrency –’
‘Why wouldn’t you trust cryptocurrency?’ asks Joyce.
‘But I guess he wants me out of the way now. I get it, he’s young. He’s impatient.’
‘I’m not reading anything that suggests that cryptocurrency is going to collapse,’ says Joyce. ‘Quite the opposite.’
‘So we have to get to the big lad before he works out you’re still alive,’ says Ron.
‘Yes, or he will kill me,’ says Viktor. ‘And, if I understand correctly, he will also kill Elizabeth.’
Elizabeth nods. And he will kill Joyce. Joyce who is currently trying to hide the fact that she is secretly feeding a piece of croissant to an adoring Alan.
‘This is certainly one of the most unusual meetings of the Thursday Murder Club,’ says Ibrahim. ‘Am I to assume that I shouldn’t be writing up the minutes of today’s meeting?’
‘I think that might be for the best,’ says Elizabeth.
‘What is the Thursday Murder Club?’ asks Viktor. ‘I like the sound of it.’
‘We meet up every Thursday,’ says Ibrahim. ‘Usually at eleven in the Jigsaw Room, but you are forgiven on this occasion. And we try to solve murders. Though today seems to be about committing murders, so the remit is elastic.’
‘What are you working on now?’ asks Viktor.
‘We were supposed to be talking about a news reporter called Bethany Waites. She was murdered in 2013.’
