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sexta-feira, 25 de setembro de 2009

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Mark Hollingsworth Investigates The McCann Files



Disillusioned with the Portuguese police, Gerry and Kate McCann turned to private detectives to find their missing daughter. Instead the efforts of the private eyes served only to scare off witnesses, waste funds and raise false hopes. Mark Hollingsworth investigates the investigators.



by Mark Hollingsworth*


It was billed as a ‘significant development’ in the exhaustive search for Madeleine McCann. At a recent dramatic press conference in London, the lead private investigator David Edgar, a retired Cheshire detective inspector, brandished an E-FIT image of an Australian woman, described her as ‘a bit of a Victoria Beckham lookalike’, and appealed for help in tracing her. The woman was seen ‘looking agitated’ outside a restaurant in Barcelona three days after Madeleine’s disappearance. ‘It is a strong lead’, said Edgar, wearing a pin-stripe suit in front of a bank of cameras and microphones. ‘Madeleine could have been in Barcelona by that point. The fact the conversation took place near the marina could be significant.’

But within days reporters discovered that the private detectives had failed to make the most basic enquiries before announcing their potential breakthrough. Members of Edgar’s team who visited Barcelona had failed to speak to anyone working at the restaurant near where the agitated woman was seen that night, neglected to ask if the mystery woman had been filmed on CCTV cameras and knew nothing about the arrival of an Australian luxury yacht just after Madeleine vanished.

The apparent flaws in this latest development were another salutary lesson for Kate and Gerry McCann, who have relied on private investigators after the Portuguese police spent more time falsely suspecting the parents than searching for their daughter. For their relations with private detectives have been frustrating, unhappy and controversial ever since their daughter’s disappearance in May 2007.

The search has been overseen by the millionaire business Brian Kennedy, 49, who set up Madeleine’s Fund: Leaving No Stone Unturned, which aimed ‘to procure that Madeleine’s abduction is thoroughly investigated’. A straight-talking, tough, burly self-made entrepreneur and rugby fanatic, he grew up in a council flat near Tynecastle in Scotland and was brought up as a Jehovah’s Witness. He started his working life as a window cleaner and by 2007 had acquired a £350 million fortune from double-glazing and home-improvement ventures. Kennedy was outraged by the police insinuations against the McCanns and, though a stranger, worked tirelessly on their behalf. ‘His motivation was sincere,’ said someone who worked closely with him. ‘He was appalled by the Portuguese police, but he also had visions of flying in by helicopter to rescue Madeleine.’

Kennedy commissioned private detectives to conduct an investigation parallel to the one run by the Portuguese police. But his choice showed how dangerous it is when powerful and wealthy businessmen try to play detective. In September 2007, he hired Metodo 3, an agency based in Barcelona, on a six-month contract and paid it an estimated £50,000 a month. Metodo 3 was hired because of Spain’s ‘language and cultural connection’ with Portugal. ‘If we’d had big-booted Brits or, heaven forbid, Americans, we would have had doors slammed in our faces’ said Clarence Mitchell, spokesperson for the McCann’s at the time. ‘And it’s quite likely that we could have been charged with hindering the investigation as technically it’s illegal in Portugal to undertake a secondary investigation.

The agency had 35 investigators working on the case in Britain, France, Spain, Portugal and Morocco. A hotline was set up for the public to report sightings and suspicions, and the search focussed on Morocco. But the investigation was dogged by over-confidence and braggadocio. ‘We know who took Madeleine and hope she will be home by Christmas,’ boasted Metodo 3’s flamboyant boss Francisco Marco. But no Madeleine materialised and their contract was not renewed.

Until now, few details have emerged about the private investigation during those crucial early months, but an investigation by ES shows that key mistakes were made, which in turn made later enquiries far more challenging.

ES has spoken to several sources close to the private investigations that took place in the first year and discovered that:


•The involvement of Brian Kennedy and his son Patrick in the operation was counter-productive, notably when they were questioned by the local police for acting suspiciously while attempting a 24-hour ‘stake out’.


•The relationship between Metodo 3 and the Portuguese police had completely broken down.


•Key witnesses were questioned far too aggressively, so much so that some of them later refused to talk to the police.


•Many of the investigators had little experience of the required painstaking forensic detective work.


By April 2008, nearing the first anniversary of the disappearance, Kennedy and the McCanns were desperate. And so when Henri Exton, a former undercover police officer who worked on M15 operations, and Kevin Halligen, a smooth-talking Irishman who claimed to have worked for covert British government intelligence agency GCHQ, walked through the door, their timing was perfect. Their sales pitch was classic James Bond spook-talk: everything had to be ‘top secret’ and ‘on a need to know basis’. The operation would involve 24-hour alert systems, undercover units, satellite imagery and round-the-clock surveillance teams that would fly in at short notice. This sounded very exiting but, as one source close to the investigation told ES, it was also very expensive and ultimately unsuccessful. ‘The real job at hand was old-fashioned, tedious, forensic police work rather than these boy’s own, glory boy antic,’ he said.

But Kennedy was impressed by the license-to-spy presentation and Exton and Halligen were hire for a fee of £100,000 per month plus expenses. Ostensibly, the contract was with Halligen’s UK security company, Red Defence International Ltd, and an office was set up in Jermyn Street, in St James’s. Only a tiny group of employees did the painstaking investigative work of dealing with thousands of emails and phone calls. Instead, resources were channelled into undercover operations in paedophile rings and among gypsies throughout Europe, encouraged by Kennedy. A five-man surveillance team was dispatched in Portugal, overseen by the experienced Exton, for six weeks.

Born in Belgium in 1951, Exton had been a highly effective undercover officer for the Manchester police. A maverick and dynamic figure, he successfully infiltrated gangs of football hooligans in the 1980’s. While not popular among his colleagues, in 1991 he was seconded to work on MI5 undercover operations against drug dealers, gangsters and terrorists, and was later awarded the Queen’s Police Medal for ‘outstanding bravery’. By all accounts, the charismatic Exton was a dedicated officer. But in November 2002, the stress appeared to have overcome his judgement when he was arrested for shoplifting.

While working on an MI5 surveillance, Exton was caught leaving a tax-free shopping area at Manchester airport with a bottle of perfume he had not paid for. The police were called and he was given the option of the offence being dealt with under caution or to face prosecution. He chose a police caution and so in effect admitted his guilt. Exton was sacked, but was furious about the way he had been treated and threatened to sue MI5. He later set up his own consulting company and moved to Bury in Lancashire.

While Exton, however flawed, was the genuine article as an investigator, Halligen was a very different character. Born in Dublin in 1961, he has been described as a ‘Walter Mitty figure’. He used false names to collect prospective clients at airports in order to preserve secrecy, and he called himself ‘Kevin’ or ‘Richard’ or ‘Patrick’ at different times to describe himself to business contacts. There appears to be no reason for all this subterfuge except that he thought this was what agents did. A conspiracy theorist and lover of the secret world, he is obsessed by surveillance gadgets and even installed a covert camera to spy on his own employees. He claimed to have worked for GCHQ, but in fact he was employed by the Atomic Energy Authority (AEA) as head of defence systems in the rather less glamorous field of new information technology, researching the use of ‘special batteries’. He told former colleagues and potential girlfriends that he used to work for MI5, MI6 and the CIA. He also claimed that he was nearly kidnapped by the IRA, was involved in the first Gulf War and had been a freefall parachutist.

Very little of this is true. What is true is that Halligen has a degree in electronics, worked on the fringes of the intelligence community while at AEA and does understand government communications. He could also be an astonishingly persuasive, engaging and charming individual. Strikingly self-confident and articulate, he could be generous and clubbable. ‘He was very good company but only when it suited him’ says one friend. He kept people in compartments.’

After leaving the AEA, Halligen set up Red Defence International Ltd as an international security and political risk company, advising clients on the risks involved in investing and doing business in unstable, war-torn and corrupt countries. He worked closely with political risk companies and was a persuasive advocate of IT security. In 2006, he struck gold when hired by Trafigura, the Dutch commodities trading company. Executives were imprisoned in the Ivory Coast after toxic waste was dumped in landfills near its biggest city Abidjan. Trafigura was blamed and hired Red Defence International at vast expense to help with the negotiations to release its executives. A Falcon business jet was rented for several months during the operation and it was Halligen’s first taste of the good life. The case only ended when Trafigura paid $197 million to the government of the Ivory Coast to secure the release of the prisoners.

Halligen made a fortune from Trafigura and was suddenly flying everywhere first-class, staying at the Lansborough and Stafford hotels in London and The Willard hotel in Washington DC for months at a time. In 2007 he set up Oakley International Group and registered at the offices of the prestigious law firm Patton Boggs, in Washington DC, as an international security company. He was now strutting the stage as a self-proclaimed international spy expert and joined the Special Forces Club in Knightsbridge, where he met Exton.

During the Madeleine investigation, Halligen spent vast amounts of time in the HeyJo bar in the basement of the Abracadabra Club near his Jermyn Street office. Armed with a clutch of unregistered mobile phones and a Blackberry, the bar was in effect his office. ‘He was there virtually the whole day,’ a former colleague told ES. ‘He had an amazing tolerance for alcohol and a prodigious memory and so occasionally he would have amazing bursts of intelligence, lucidity and insights. They were very rare but they did happen.’

When not imbibing in St James’s, Halligen was in the United States, trying to drum up investors for Oakley International. On 15 August 2008, at the height of the McCann investigation crisis, he persuaded Andre Hollis, a former US Drug enforcement agency official, to write out an $80.000 cheque to Oakley in return for a ten per cent share-holding. The money was then transferred into the private accounts of Halligen and his girlfriend Shirin Trachiotis to finance a holiday in Italy, according to Hollis. In a $6 million lawsuit filed in Fairfax County, Virginia, Hollis alleges that Halligen ‘received monies for Oakley’s services rendered and deposited the same into his personal accounts’ and ‘repeatedly and systematically depleted funds from Oakley’s bank accounts for inappropriate personal expenses’.

Hollis was not the only victim. Mark Aspinall, a respected lawyer who worked closely with Halligen, invested £500,000 in Oakley and lost the lot. Earlier this year he filed a lawsuit in Washington DC against Halligen claiming $1.4 million in damages. The finances of Oakley International are in chaos and numerous employees, specialist consultants and contractors have not been paid. Some of them now face financial ruin.

Meanwhile, Exton was running the surveillance teams in Portugal and often paying his operatives upfront, so would occasionally be out-of-pocket because Halligen had not transferred funds. Exton genuinely believed that progress was being made and substantial and credible reports on child trafficking were submitted. But by mid-August 2008, Kennedy and Gerry McCann were increasingly concerned by an absence of details of how the money was being spent. At one meeting, Halligen was asked how many men constituted a surveillance team and he produced a piece of paper on which he wrote ‘between one and ten’. But he then refused to say how many were working and how much they were being paid.

While Kennedy and Gerry McCann accepted that the mission was extremely difficult and some secrecy was necessary, Halligen was charging very high rates and expenses. And eyebrows were raised when all the money was paid to Oakley International, solely owned and managed by Halligen. One invoice, seen by ES, shows that for ‘accrued expenses to May 5, 2008’ (just one month into the contract), Oakley charged $74,155. The ‘point of contact’ was Halligen who provided a UK mobile telephone number.

While Kennedy was ready to accept Halligen at face value, Gerry McCann – sharp, focused and intelligent – was more sceptical. The contract with Oakley International and Halligen was terminated by the end of September 2008, after £500,000-plus expenses had been spent.

For the McCanns it was a bitter experience, Exton has returned to Cheshire and, like so many people, is owed money by Halligen. As for Halligen, he has gone into hiding, leaving a trail of debt and numerous former business associates and creditors looking for him. He was last seen in January of this year in Rome, drinking and spending prodigiously at the Hilton Cavalieri and Excelsior hotels. He is now believed by private investigators, who have been searching for him to serve papers on behalf of creditors, to be in the UK and watching his back. Meanwhile, in the eye of the storm, the McCanns continue the search for their lost daughter.
in ES Magazine (London Evening Standard)– Paper edition only, 28 August 2009


*Mark Hollingsworth is best known for his investigations into Mark Thatcher and also MI5. He worked for Granada TV’s ‘World In Action’ programme for five years. He is the author of nine books, notably ‘Thatcher’s Fortunes: The Life and Times of Mark Thatcher’, ‘Defending the Realm: MI5 and International Terrorism’ and ‘Saudi Babylon: Torture, Corruption and Cover-Up Inside the House of Saud’. His new book, ‘Londongrad: From Russia with Cash, The Inside Story of the Oligarchs’, will be published in July 2009. He also contributes regularly to the London Evening Standard and most national newspapers

domingo, 11 de novembro de 2007

De Correspondência a Correspondente (sem dar por isso)

Curioso, encontrei a seguinte entrada, no blog de um tipo que me contactou a propósito de um video que publiquei no Youtube.

Na altura, disse-me que estava a frequentar um curso de Jornalismo no Reino Unido e interessou-se pela história do video, por ser residente nessa zona.
Troquei alguns emails com o indivíduo, sobretudo informações onde ele poderia saber mais sobre o assunto do video.
Um ano depois, descobri que tinha sido nomeado "correspondente"...


"Friday, December 01, 2006

Here's to deadlines

I've managed to prove to myself that anything is possible when you really put your mind to it.
I managed to get all my work done this week for handing in by putting in maximum effort with the last leg of it, having many a sleepless night along the way.

That, AND I managed to go about my usual leisurely business with dance, doing an evening class on Monday, Stanwell Youth Club on Wednesday and Magna the night before!

The task involved me editing the material I had for broadcast news, in other words, my radio piece, from two five-minute interviews to a 3:40min long report - and it sounds flawless!

Now I'm working on trying to make my work pay off, by getting attention from the local papers interested, and maybe getting my piece on King Manoel archived.

On that note, I have my first Portuguese correspondent, Nuno, if ever I need help with my stories - how good is this?

Inside I'm jumping for joy.
Tomorrow morning I am to have a shave before work, as all this coursework has kept me from looking after my facial fuzz!

Peace all"

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sexta-feira, 13 de abril de 2007

A Última Palavra

Sim, é o fim. Ainda faltam 3 dias para o fim do estágio, mas de qualquer modo, trata-se da última edição, a XXI, que encerra a minha participação no jornal, enquanto "estagiário" (que já o era apenas nominalmente), e praticamente encerra a minha aventura jornalística, também. Tudo leva a crer que esta será mesmo a "minha" última contribuição, embora ainda não tenha recebido nenhum feedback por parte dos responsáveis do estágio.
Seja como for, já o disse aqui várias vezes, esta experiência já valeu pela auto-gratificação intelectual e pessoal que me proporcionou, além de que provei a mim próprio que sou capaz de ser muito bom, em algo. O reconhecimento que é válido para mim, pode ser suspeito para os outros, que, maugrado todas as evidências, nunca me posicionaram em verdadeiro estado de igualdade.
Fica a aprendizagem, a qual me permitiu aperfeiçoar a arte da pluma, e a certeza, de que qualquer pessoa que saiba ler e escrever poderia desempenhar esta profissão - mas poucos são dotados de instinto e de talento para ela. X

domingo, 1 de abril de 2007

Mais Uma Baixa

Depois da última edição, na semana antes desta, onde pouco ou nada participei por ter estado incapacitado devido à Lombalgia já mencionada anteriormente, esta semana tive hipótese de contribuir com uma dose cavalar, que acabou mesmo a discutir o destaque da 1ª página.
No entanto, encomendado para duas páginas, a reportagem acabou acotoveladoramente espremida em uma só. Tem o meu nome, mas não o meu beneplácito.
Devido às interferências e reduções que o meu trabalho sofreu, por intervenção de colegas, enquanto eu estava ocupado a fazer trabalho que cabia a um deles, o meu destaque vai para o meu trabalho não-assinado. Apesar de mais discreto, tem no entanto o meu toque pessoal e a garantia de maior independência em relação a alterações expúrias.
Enfim, sempre que há divergências na Redacção e pouco espaço no jornal, o meu pouco peso lá dentro vem ao de cima. No entanto, no fim da semana fui tido como útil - mais uma vez - para desempenhar um serviço que não pertence às minhas funções na Redacção, embora seja admissível dentro do estágio e do bom relacionamento com a Direcção - acabei a fazer duas colectas de facturas, mas como profissional irrepreensível, aproveitei a deslocação para realizar, expontanêamente, mais um trabalho para a próxima edição.
Literalmente, o Jornal não irá ter € para me pagar, embora eu até trabalhasse abaixo do meu valor real... parece mentira, especialmente no dia (mentiras) de hoje, mas...

sábado, 17 de março de 2007

Consagração ao 2º Mês

Acho que já escrevi aqui, anteriormente, que se o estágio acabar sem futura continuação no Jornal, para mim, de qualquer modo já terá valido a pena. Aliás, se eu morresse amanhã, tinha já cumprido uma das ambições que tinha desde há muito – conhecer e falar com o Prof. José Hermano Saraiva… pode não parecer muito, mas para mim significou bastante. E a entrevista, embora curtíssima (foi a possível), teve boa aceitação da parte da Direcção do Jornal, merecendo-me os seus parabéns… e também as melhoras, pois a parte do “se eu morresse” não está assim tão deslocada da realidade como poderia parecer, pois só estou a escrever isto hoje, porque tive alta do Hospital ontem, onde passei 6 horas desagradáveis com uma das piores dores imagináveis – uma espécie de espasmo lombar, que me impedia de sentar, andar ou dobrar, em qualquer posição.

Apesar de ter sido razoavelmente “bem tratado” lá, o que dizem dos cuidados de saúde em Portugal e dos hospitais em geral, é completamente verdade. Uma vergonha. Lastimosos. Embora não pretenda alongar-me mais sobre este assunto, registe-se apenas que os próprios auxiliares que lá trabalham pensam de igual modo, assim como os bombeiros do INEM que me transportaram, já para não falar de até o médico que me assistiu se ter queixado… realmente só lá fui, porque embora estivesse a cerca de 500 metros de casa, não conseguia lá chegar. Sintomático de ser avesso a ir a hospitais, é na Recepção não terem lá uma ficha com o meu nome… até aquele momento.

Bem, mas voltando ao jornal, acho que esta edição está muito boa, mesmo. No meu caso especialmente, será uma dolorosa, mas memorável edição “colector’s item” , graças à entrevista com o admirável historiador.
Resumindo, já valeu a pena... e apesar da dor ainda não ter desaparecido por completo, penso voltar ao "estágio-barra-emprego" na 2a feira, ainda para mais, o Director disse, sem margem para dúvidas, que "conta comigo"... só falta saber se não foi por temor que eu invoque "acidente de trabalho"...

sexta-feira, 9 de março de 2007

RELATIVIDADE

Depois de uma semana em que muito havia para publicar, e tanto ficou de fora, esta semana voltou a acontecer o "ficou de fora", mas sem a desculpa do "muito para publicar"... opções editorias, mais uma vez. No problem. É para isso que se inventou o blog.
Para a semana, duvido que aconteça o mesmo, já que é chegada a "grande surpresa" que andei a antecipar - por minha iniciativa, irei entrevistar uma das poucas pessoas vivas que admiro: JHS. Don't miss the follow-up...

sexta-feira, 2 de março de 2007

Olhó Ardina Quentinho

Finalmente percebi porque os ardinas anglo-saxónicos gritavam "Extra, Extra!"...
Depois de uma edição em cheio, a semana passada, eis o uma edição cheia, esta semana. Tão cheia, que os meus trabalhos foram estropiados e comprimidos para outros caberem. Tudo bem, são opções editoriais, e o trabalho dos outros tem sempre mais peso, ainda que gordura não seja formusura...
Pergunto-me eu, e as colegas, porque diabo tive que trancrever uma entrevista de quase 5 páginas, quando o autor, que a conhecia melhor que ninguém, ia ter que a reduzir e editar a uma página...
Mais difícil de entender, são outras alterações, completamente arbitrárias e sem nexo. No caso, nem foi um texto, mas uma foto - como as minhas colegas não tinham muito por onde escolher, ofereci-me para trazer de casa uma foto de um castelo, que por acaso tinha visitado há alguns anos, sendo que a foto estava muito boa e perfeitamente apta para publicação. Alguns dias depois, o editor substituiu a foto por outra em que mal se distingue o castelo, à distância, quanto mais identificar o local... mas são opções.
Por último, e para acabar, falharam os distribuidores do Jornal. Daí que, à última da hora, foram recrutados novos distribuidores - o Director deu o exemplo, e a recepcionista mais o estagiário aqui, ficaram com os digitos dedais completamente como carvão, de tanto jornal (3 000) em palete, que entregaram. Foi "mais uma vertente do trabalho no Jornal que você ficou a conhecer", disse o "chefe"... não me parece que seja preciso um estágio para andar a carregar maços de jornais, nem é da minha área; embora o tenha feito por solidariedade, para ajudar, e sem esperar receber alguma contrapartida (como de facto), a não ser, pelo menos, mais reconhecimento, nem que seja no final do estágio. Já ajuda, no entanto, lançarem (brevemente) a edição online, porque assim, muito do que não cabe geralmente na edição em papel, pode acabar na net, e isso já será da minha competência, se não me puxarem o tapete...