Chapters (93)
- Cover
- Dedication
- Epigraph
- Prologue
- 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
- Chapter 59
- Chapter 60
- Chapter 61
- Chapter 62
- Chapter 63
- Chapter 64
- Chapter 65
- Chapter 66
- Chapter 67
- Chapter 68
- Chapter 69
- Chapter 70
- Chapter 71
- Chapter 72
- Chapter 73
- Chapter 74
- Chapter 75
- Chapter 76
- Chapter 77
- Chapter 78
- Chapter 79
- Chapter 80
- Chapter 81
- Chapter 82
- Chapter 83
- Chapter 84
- Chapter 85
- Acknowledgements
- About the Author
- Also by Charlotte Philby
- About the Publisher
Madeleine looked up for a fraction of a second before returning to her mouthful of broad beans.
‘Aren’t you going to ask which company?’ She didn’t wait for a reply. ‘Oh, it’s one of those intentionally oblique ones – offers a breadth of legitimate services, specialising in energy supply. But like so many of these companies, they dabble in sidelines. After all, that’s where the money’s at, right? As well as bursts of philanthropy. In this case, a children’s orphanage no less.’
The fork dropped from Gabriela’s fingers, clattering against her plate, and Madeleine watched her, silence crackling dangerously between them, before she asked, ‘Gaby, is something wrong?’
Chapter 74
Gabriela
The pavement seemed to rise up in front of her as Gabriela moved through Camden Town, back towards the house, Madeleine’s words still spinning in her mind.
‘It only came up because I was talking to colleagues here who are investigating a businesswoman called Irena Vasiliev on grounds of corporate tax evasion, on a huge scale, along with a number of other substantial crimes.’
Madeleine had barely looked at her as she spoke, her voice so quiet she could hardly hear it. Irena Vasiliev. The name echoed through her head as she moved, instinctively, her body taking over from her addled mind.
‘They brought the case to me in private as they wondered if I knew anything. Because the thing is—’ She looked at Gabriela then, catching her eye and holding it. ‘Whilst going through the documents, the secret recordings and the evidence brought by insiders who have been working on the case, evidence has been amassed that one of Vasiliev’s associates was having a relationship with a woman who used to work for the FCO.’
Gabriela’s blood ran cold as she recalled Madeleine’s face, watching her as she slipped a pile of papers across the table, the details jumping out like bullets.
Mr Ivan Popov is director of a number of global companies. One of them is GEF Energy Ltd, a business engaged in the provision of renewable energy and solar power. The ownership of GEF is divided between an investment company and another company, the Stan Group, registered to the British Virgin Islands.