became very distressed and a doctor was called to examine her. She said she didn't know what was in the boxes and had agreed to allow them to stay there because her son had asked her to help him. She recalled that he had only seen him a few times in the past eight months and had had little or no contact with him for twenty years. She had only met her grandchildren once, when they had stayed with their mother at the cottage. She had no idea where her son was and insisted he was not a bad person. As Langton stood up to leave the room, he had leaned close to Mrs. Eatwell. 'I don't think you ever knew your son because, believe me, he is a very bad man. And with or without your help, we will find him.'At the same time, Damien and Honour were being driven to London. It was almost 9 P.M. when they were placed in cells beside Adrian. Meanwhile, Langton and the team had a major briefing session. From his initial elation, Langton now seemed moody and tired. They had plenty of ammunition to fire, but no trace of Alexander Fitzpatrick himself. The boat was impounded and a search was in progress. They also had the mother lode of drugs, and their suspect's very own mother. Due to her age, she had been returned to stay at her cottage, along with a female officer.To give them time to orchestrate the interviews, and arrange for solicitors to be present, Langton decided that they would wait until first thing in the morning to interview Damien and Honour, but would see what they could get out of Adrian Summers that evening. In the meantime, he wanted the search for Fitzpatrick to continue; by now, the evening papers were plastering his photograph on every front page. The TV news and morning papers were told that arrests in connection with the inquiry had been made. Langton also asked that they give good coverage to the fact that they had discovered drugs to the value of ten to twelve million pounds.Adrian Summers was represented by a solicitor from the station's lists. She was young and a tad inexperienced but, at such short notice, was the only one available. Summers had no police record, and by the time he had spoken to his solicitor, he was very scared. Knowing what heavy charges were leveled at him, he gave them more than they could have expected.Via Adrian, the jigsaw puzzle with so many of its pieces still missing finally took shape. At long last, Langton got what he had wanted from day one: a time line.First, they got from Adrian that he did not know Alexander Fitzpatrick's real name. He knew him as Anthony Collingwood; however,Langton suggested they now use 'Fitzpatrick' for clarity Adrian was asked about the theft of the Mitsubishi jeep. Although it had been bought in Adrian's name prior to the theft, it had been paid for by Fitzpatrick. Adrian said that, while Fitzpatrick maintained the rented house in Hove, he was aboard his boat in Spain, preparing to bring it to the Brighton Marina.Adrian was getting into debt repaying his student loan, when he met Julius D'Anton in Brighton. D'Anton was quite a familiar figure to the students, and had at one time run a shop in The Lanes. Though he went bankrupt and sold up, it was well known that he could always get a stash of dope to sell on to the students. He still kept up the odd visit to The Lanes, rummaging around for antiques, and it was there that he got into conversation with Adrian.Over coffee, Adrian told D'Anton how broke he was. D'Anton, seeing the jeep, suggested he should sell it. Adrian explained that he didn't own it, it belonged to the guy he worked for. However, it was registered and insured in his name. D'Anton said he could pull a bit of a scam. He knew someone—Stanley Leymore—who would take the jeep and give it new plates. Adrian could report it stolen, claim the insurance money, and get the same jeep back and split the insurance cash. Taken with the idea, Adrian let him drive off with the jeep.Langton asked if Fitzpatrick had been aware of the scam at any time. All he knew, Adrian said, was that the insurance had paid out. D'Anton took a few hundred from the insurance money, and Leymore even more. Leymore had fixed the engine numbers and new plates, but had no time to do anything else because Fitzpatrick had arrived back in Brighton sooner than expected.Adrian remembered that, around this time, Fitzpatrick had said he was having problems with his ex-partner—and he was very short of funds. 'It was about the only time I ever saw him really angry. He told He that he had a major deal going down, so he had to raise money and fast.' Adrian swore that he had no idea who Fitzpatrick was, nor that the 'major deal' was drugs. He had been hired by him eighteen months prior, when he had knocked on the door at the rented house in Hove to ask if he needed any odd jobs done. He had done some sweeping up of leaves and window cleaning in the area. Fitzpatrick offered to buy and insure him a vehicle, the Mitsubishi, so he could act as his driver when he needed to make trips back and forth to London.'So he came and went?''Yeah. I knew he was organizing the boat. Like I said, he left Brighton to go to Spain to bring it into the marina.' Adrian became increasingly nervous when they moved on to the hire of the white van. He admitted that he had made up the plastic stick-on logo, and also that he had helped Fitzpatrick load up the crates. Adrian then clarified another detail: he had indeed driven the white van with the drugs to Oxfordshire, to leave at Honey Farm. Honour had helped to unload the crates, and they had stashed them in the henhouse.'Where was Fitzpatrick at this point?'Adrian puffed out his cheeks, trying to remember the exact order of events. Eventually he said that, as far as he could recall, Fitzpatrick was on the Isle of Man—didn't know why. His job was to ship out the crates to the farm. He returned to London, deposited the keys of the van back at the rental, and burned the logos. Then he got a phone call from Fitzpatrick, worried about how safe the crates were, wanting them moved; he also wanted one box to be retained and brought back to the house in Brighton.Adrian then drove the jeep back to Honey Farm and moved the crates, having split open one and removed one box. He was driving back down the dirt track when he saw Julius D Anton, whose van had driven into a ditch. Adrian gave him a lift into the village, to arrange for the local garage to haul the van out and repair it. At this point, D'Anton asked if he could borrow some money, as he had a good deal on a table in the local antiques store. He would split the profits with Adrian. When the table wouldn't fit inside the Mitsubishi, the deal was off.Adrian, with D'Anton as passenger, drove them both back to London. During the journey, D'Anton said he needed to sleep—he was having the sweats—and he curled up on the back passenger seat. He then saw the box and wanted to know what it was, but Adrian was very cagey and refused to tell him. 'I should have just said it was cleaning fluid, you know, anything; D'Anton was a real nosey sod. By menot coming clean, he sussed there was something inside the box and wouldn't stop going on and on about it.'At this point, Adrian's solicitor leaned close and whispered to him; he bowed his head, listening. It was obvious that she was advising him to keep quiet. Langton swung back in his chair, and urged Adrian to tell the truth. If he assisted them and was totally honest, it would prove beneficial. He soft-soaped about how their main priority was the capture of Fitzpatrick. Adrian was nervous and sweating, but went on.D'Anton had opened the box and, never having seen the vials of Fentanyl before, asked Adrian what the stuff was. All Adrian knew about them was that Fitzpatrick had taken crates of the same stuff from Gatwick customs. Via his mobile phone, D'Anton had gone onto the Internet to find out exactly what it was. He told Adrian that it was worth a fortune and that he had a friend who could off-load the stuff. Adrian had become very anxious about the whole thing.'Did he give you the name of this friend?' Langton asked.Adrian sipped at a beaker of water, unable to remember the name; just that he thought it was Italian.'Donny something,' he recalled after a moment. 'That's all I can remember.'Langton wrote down the name Donny Petrozzo, but did not repeat it to Adrian; he just began to tap the table with his pen. 'Go on, Adrian. You're in the jeep with D'Anton; what happened next?'They waited as Adrian squeezed his hands together; sweat hung in small drops from his hair.'Let me help you.' Langton opened his folder and put down the photographs of the dead Julius D'Anton. 'You have anything to do with this?''No, no, I swear before God.'Langton pushed the photographs farther toward the now-shaking boy. 'So, if you didn't have anything to do with this, keep talking. We are treating his death as murder, Adrian.'Adrian spent a few moments whispering to his solicitor. She asked for a bathroom break to confer with her client. Langton agreed to ten nunutes. They left a uniformed officer in the room. When Langton and Anna returned to the interview room, Adrian seemed calmer. He spoke quietly, picking up from where he had left off.He said that D'Anton kept on and on at him, saying that he could help deal the drugs. He even wanted Adrian to contact Fitzpatrick, which he refused to do. By this time, Adrian had come off the motorway at a roundabout, as he wanted to head back to Brighton. At some point—he couldn't exactly remember where, but they were stuck at traffic lights—D'Anton snatched up the box and got out of the car; he spilled a whole load of the vials over the backseat. 'I couldn't do anything; he was running and I was stuck in the traffic. I couldn't overtake. I saw him get into a taxi up ahead.'Langton leaned forward. 'Keep going.''I got back to Brighton, and I was in a real state because of what had happened. I called Fitzpatrick, told him everything. He said I had to sort it out, but I didn't know where D'Anton lived—all I had was his mobile number. I kept on calling him, but just got his answer phone. Then Fitzpatrick came back. I expected him to go ballistic, but he just made me repeat it all over again to him, and then I gave him the number.'Langton looked to Anna, shaking his head. 'Try that one more time, Adrian, because I don't believe you.''It's the truth!''You expect me to believe that Fitzpatrick loses drugs worth thousands and he just accepts it?''I told you, he was just really kind of calm. In a way, I'd have felt better if he'd punched me out, but he didn't.''So he made contact with D'Anton?''Yeah—well, I heard him talking to D'Anton; he said he'd like to meet this dealer. I heard him asking about customers. He repeated,'City types?' and he laughed. After he finished the call, he told me to give the house a thorough clean. He went out in the jeep about an hour later. He took the packages that had fallen out of the box and put them in a plastic carrier bag. I spent two days cleaning up, wiping all the surfaces as he had instructed me, then I went onto the boat. He didn't come back for about three
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