He moved toward the door. Perez didn’t step aside. Instead, he leaned in, voice low. “You made one mistake, Mr. Slater. You threatened Helen Vik. Connor’s mother. He wasn’t trying to go to the police. He was trying to warn her. That’s why he called the blocked number—not to talk to you, but to record you. He was wearing a wire the night he died.”
Prologue: The Hollow
“Smugglers?” Duncan asked.
The room went quiet. Oil theft. Not a few barrels siphoned from a depot, but industrial-scale siphoning from the Brent system. A crime that required local knowledge, a mechanic to prep the boat, and a reason to kill the mechanic when he had second thoughts. shetland s07e02 msv
“Worse,” Tosh said, pulling up a financial record. “Connor had a second bank account. He was making deposits of five, ten thousand pounds a month for the last year. The source? A shell corp tied to a North Sea oil services firm called ‘Solus Marine.’ They do underwater welding. Pipeline repairs.” He moved toward the door
Enter DC Lorna Burns, fresh from the mainland, still smelling of the plane’s recycled air. She was young, sharp, and had a habit of finishing other people’s sentences. “The boat in question is a white MV Halcyon. Registered to a shadow company in Aberdeen. But here’s the thing—” she tapped the screen, “—it was spotted off Unst three days before Connor died. Night vision footage from the RAF. No running lights.” “You made one mistake, Mr