DI Marks and Max Cooper sat across from Peter Jones in the drawing room. Two plainclothes officers stood at attention behind him.
“So you’re telling me that even though you knew that as a firm we were working with Scotland Yard to follow up the leads on the missing art, you went behind my back to warn Knox?” Max was rapidly losing patience. They had been questioning Peter for half an hour and he was no closer to understanding why his trusted business partner had betrayed him.
“It’s not that simple, Max,” Peter began.
“I can manage complex,” Max said through gritted teeth.
“We have many clients who have a penchant for exclusive art works, Max,” Peter said.
“And so you thought that you would do a little side deal. What did you stand to make?” asked Max.
“No comment,” Peter said quietly.
DI Marks put his hand on Max’s arm, quietening him. “And the name of this client is?” he asked.
“Sorry, no can do. Attorney client privilege,” Peter said sitting back.