Dead Tomorrow

into his Swiss bank account for each transplant he performed swayed his judgement in the slightest.

67
    Shortly after halfpast twelve–half past one in Munich, Grace calculated–Kriminalhauptkommissar Marcel Kullen returned his call.
    It was good to speak to his old friend and they spent a couple of minutes catching up on the German detective’s family and career news, from when they had last seen each other, all too briefly, in Munich.
    ‘So, no more information you have of Sandy?’ Kullen said.
    ‘Nothing,’ Grace replied.
    ‘Her photographs are still in every police station here. But so far, nothing. We are keeping trying.’
    ‘Actually, I’m starting to think it is time to wind down,’ Grace said. ‘I’m beginning the legal process to have her declared dead.’
    ‘ Ja , but I am thinking–your friend who has seen her in the Englischer Garten. We should look longer, I think, no?’
    ‘I’m getting married, Marcel. I need to move on, to have closure.’
    ‘Married? You have a new woman in your life?’
    ‘Yes!’
    ‘OK, good, so–I am happy for you! You want now that us stop to look for Sandy?’
    ‘Yes. Thank you for all you’ve done. But that’s not why I called you. I need help in a different direction.’
    ‘ Ja , OK.’
    ‘I need someinformation on an organization in Munich called Transplantation-Zentrale GmbH. I understand it is known to your police force.’
    ‘How are you spelling this?’
    It took Grace several minutes, working patiently with the German detective’s broken English, to get the name across correctly.
    ‘Sure, I will check,’ Kullen said. ‘I call us back, yes?’
    ‘Please, it’s urgent.’
    Kullen called him back thirty minutes later. ‘This is interesting, Roy. I am talking with my colleagues. Transplantation-Zentrale GmbH is under observation by the LKA for some months now. There is a woman who is the boss, her name is Marlene Hartmann. They have links with the Colombian mafia, with factions of the Russian mafia, with organized crime too in Romania, with the Philippines, with China, with India.’
    ‘What does the LKA know about them?’
    ‘Their business is the trafficking, internationally, of humans, and in particular in human organs. So it would seem.’
    ‘What action are you taking against them?’
    ‘At this stage, we are just information gathering, observing. They are on the LKA radar, you would say. We are looking to connect them with specific offences in Germany. Do you have information about them you can give to me for my colleagues?’
    ‘Not at the moment–but I’d like to interview Marlene Hartmann. Perhaps I could come over and do that?’
    The German sounded hesitant. ‘OK.’
    ‘Is there a problem with that?’
    ‘Only–at thismoment, according to the surveillance file, she is not in München–she is travelling.’
    ‘Do you know where?’
    ‘Two days ago she flew to Bucharest. We don’t have more information.’
    ‘But you will know when she is back in Germany?’
    ‘Yes. And we do know that she goes regularly to England.’
    ‘How regularly?’ Grace asked, his suspicions suddenly rising.
    ‘She flew into München from London last week. And also the week before.’
    ‘Presumably she was not on a winter-break holiday.’
    ‘Perhaps. Is possible,’ the German said.
    ‘No one in their right mind comes to England at this time of year, Marcel,’ Grace said.
    ‘Not to see the Christmas lights?’
    Grace laughed. ‘She doesn’t sound the type.’
    He was thinking hard. The woman was in England last week, and the week before. At some point in the past week to ten days three teenagers had been killed and their organs harvested.
    ‘Is there any possibility of obtaining this woman’s phone records, Marcel?’ he asked.
    ‘Her fixed lines or handy?’
    Handy , Grace knew, was the German word for a mobile phone.
    ‘Both?’
    ‘I will see what I can do. Do you want all calls, or just those to the UK?’
    ‘Those to the UK would be a very good starting point. Do you have any plans to arrest her any time soon?’
    ‘Not just now. They want to keep watching her. There are other German human trafficking connections that she is linked to.’
    ‘Shame. Itwould have been good to have her computers looked at.’
    ‘I think on this we can help you.’ Grace could almost feel the Kriminalhauptkommissar smiling down the phone.
    ‘You can?’
    ‘We have a warrant issued by an Ermittlungsrichter for phone and computer