Peter Hamilton - The Mandel Files

Julia shared Greg’s opinion, judging by her expression. Her pretty oval face was pale and drawn, crestfallen. It looked as though she hadn’t slept for days, her big tawny eyes were red-rimmed, never leaving her grandfather. He wondered if he’d asked too much from her, especially at this time.

“It was Kendric di Girolamo who organized the spoiler operation,” Greg said. “The evidence which Julia has unearthed for us puts it beyond doubt.”

The corners of her lips lifted in acknowledgement.

“My girl,” Philip rumbled.

“We had two problems arise out of what we discovered,” said Greg, “which when taken together cancel each other out. We already knew that with his control of High Shunt, Kendric could divert the memox crystals from the waste dump. But that left us with the question of how he could get hold of a Sanger to bring them back down to Earth. At five hundred million Eurofrancs each, it’s too expensive for him to buy one, besides we’d know if the di Girolamo family house owned a spaceplane. And to hire one from a legitimate spaceline he would’ve had to list the cargo manifest, both for the operator and the spaceport authority, It would’ve been impossible for him to explain where the memox crystals originated from. Oh, he might’ve been able to do it once, or even twice. But not on a regular basis. The space industry is close knit, it knows itself. If he was bringing down three flights of memox crystals a month, the pilots and payload handlers would’ve started to ask questions.

“Then we have the second problem: why did he bother with the monolattice filament when he’d already corrupted the memox-furnace operators? Julia found the answer to that.”

“After I found High Shunt was owned by the di Girolamo house, I took a closer look at all the other companies working up at Zanthus,” she said, reading from her cube. Her voice was like a construct, level and droning. “The clincher was a company called Siebruk Orbital. It’s the smallest one up at Zanthus, consisting of a single standard microgee module staffed by two technicians. They’re listed as a research team investigating new vacuum-fabrication techniques.”

“So?” Philip asked.

“Fabrication techniques,” Greg said. “I think they’re turning the monolattice filament into small re-entry capsules inside that module. Then they fill them with memox crystals and hand them back to High Shunt for a waste dump, retroburning them so they fall into the atmosphere.”

“Siebruk Orbital belongs to Kendric?”

“Siebruk Orbital is registered in Zurich, which gives total anonymity for the owner,” said Julia. “But the Sanger which launched the module was a Lufthansa charter. It was put up ten months ago, which, incidentally, fits the timing perfectly. Payment for the flight came from Siebruk Orbital’s company account at the Credit Corato bank in Italy. All perfectly legal and above board. However, the di Girolamo family finance house has a thirty-five per cent stake in Credit Corato. It’s supposition, of course.”

“Has to be,” Philip said softly. He was looking at something off screen, wistful.

Victor Tyo activated the terminal on the table in front of him, the cubes lit. “After Greg came to me with this, I ordered a review of data from our Earth Resources platforms, specifically the oceans under Zanthus’s orbital track. There are three designated areas for waste dumps, all over water in case burn-up isn’t complete. Two over the Pacific, one over the Atlantic.” An image formed in one of the cubes, a white dot on a blue background. The dot began to move, trailing a white line behind it. After a minute the centre of the image was a near-solid blob of white. “What you’re seeing is a movement record built up over the last two months of a ship in the Atlantic, two hundred kilometres east of the waste dump area. As you can see, it stays within a patch of ocean about fifty kilometres in diameter. We did a computer simulation of a non-lifting-body profiled descent trajectory, two hundred kilometres is well within the established criteria. I believe the ship is Mr di Girolamo’s recovery vessel.” The cube display changed, showing an overhead view of a ship at sea. “This was taken at first light this morning with a platform’s high-definition photon amp.” The angle of the cube image shifted in increments until the ship appeared to be leaning over at forty-five degrees. The name Weslin was visible on the side.

“According to Lloyd’s data core, Weslin is owned by MDL Maritime,” Julia said. “MDL Maritime is another Zurich-registered company. Credit Corato handles its account.”

“Bingo,” Morgan Walshaw said quietly.

Philip’s eyes found the camera, looking down at Greg. Confusion distorted his enervated features. “Why?” he asked. “Kendric di Girolamo has a large legitimate financial interest in Event Horizon through his family finance house. He was hurting himself with the spoiler.”

“The spoiler made him forty-eight million Eurofrancs; and as to Event Horizon’s suffering, he wouldn’t lose a thing, not in the long run,” Greg said. “You see, he wasn’t looking to make a killing from the crystals directly, they were a means. With Event Horizon’s declining profits on top of your health situation he would have gained enough leverage with the other members of the backing consortium to have himself appointed to the board of trustees you’ve arranged to run Event Horizon until Julia comes of age.”

“It’s a reasonable enough request,” Julia put in reluctantly. “The consortium are entitled to a representative. I doubt we could keep their nominee off. Not legally.”

Philip nodded slowly. “The consortium has mentioned it…Someone…to oversee their interests.” His voice sounded terribly weak. Julia was looking at him, almost in pain with what she saw. His head turned from the camera again. Greg thought he was looking out of the study window. “Then what?” he whispered.

“This is just theory, you understand, based on what you told me about Kendric trying to muscle in on the management side of Event Horizon. But after Kendric landed his boardroom seat I’d say that he simply planned to close down the spoiler, bringing Event Horizon’s accounts back to their usual profit level. He’d disguise the link of course, make it an issue; shuffle personnel, target resources at the furnace maintenance division, but that kind of high-profile result would guarantee him the chairmanship. Now, because Event Horizon is a family company, he can never own it. But as chairman he could oversee a massive asset-stripping raid, presumably by his own front companies. That sort of money he is most definitely interested in. Julia and the consortium would be left with nothing.”

Julia had listened raptly the night before, after she’d pulled the information about Siebruk Orbital for him. “So simple,” she’d said, when he’d finished explaining. “I had all the pieces before you and I didn’t put them together. If you hadn’t had your suspicions that the memox crystals were being brought down, we would never have uncovered Kendric’s involvement.”

It was his intuition, of course. A foresight equal to everyone else’s hindsight. He hadn’t told her that. Let her go on thinking he was a magician. Event Horizon might have a few more jobs coming up, and they paid bloody well.

“I see,” said Philip. “Either way, Kendric wins. How typical.”

“What are we going to do about di Girolamo?” Victor asked.

“The options are regrettably limited,” said Walshaw. “Our respective Scottish operations are almost fully integrated. We can hardly untangle them now, certainly not with the Scottish PSP so close to falling. A replacement for Kendric would be hard to find.”