Page 49 - Veritas

notebook and flip through his notes. When he was taking notes on footage
of Greenland from two weeks before the robbery, he had scribbled down ‘a

white van’ which passed by the post office that was a kilometre away from the
kiosk in Riverton. Though he did not at first pay much attention to it, he went

back to the footage in Riverton and found the same white van. He spotted it
again from the footage on the day of the robbery. He could not contain his

excitement and wanted to jump, but he was too tired to do so.

It was 4:00 am, and he decided to sleep for two hours and woke up at 6:00 am
to look through the footage sent by Copenhagen to check for the white van.

After 3 hours of looking and not being able to find the white van, he decided
to take the CDs to the station and search with the three of them. Soon they

were able to spot the recurring appearance of the white van near all 3 kiosks.

Once they were able to produce a prominent image of the white van, they
were able to conclude that it was a Ford Transit 350. “The guys are still work-

ing on the serial number. They were able to tell 3 out of the 6 figures in the
number plate, but they said they needed some more time,” Mads announced,

“A Ford Transit of that version is not common here even among traders and
employers. So, it should be easier to track the owner.”

Finneas hoped the van would pave out more leads for them, but he could not
rest now. He needed to look more. Anything that would help them find that

elusive bastard. He went through the case file of the Riverton robbery which
he had failed to solve. He went through the pages, his hands gliding across

the images of the kiosk, the broken ATM and the one useless evidence they
were able to find — the lock picker. His eyes widened suddenly. “How could

I have overlooked this? Why didn’t I think of this sooner?” he started mut-
tering to himself as he tried to focus and remember. Clark, who was sitting

across from him, was concerned. “I need to go out quickly,” Finneas stormed
off before Clark could stop him.

It had been a few hours since Finneas had rushed out of the station, and he

was not answering Clark’s calls. Mads walked in to reveal that the License
plate number of the white van was confirmed, and his men were able to find

workshops and rentals that sold a Ford Transit 350.

There was a rental in a town in Greenland, so Clark headed there. In the
phone, the man who ran the rental had told him that he remembered selling