Arts, Books

Book Review: The Mastermind

REVIEW

Intro: The extraordinary story of Paul Le Roux – one of the world’s most prolific criminals, and the embodiment of a new generation of internet-enabled kingpins – and the US government’s clandestine efforts to bring him down.

To even the most avid and ardent fan of true crime, the name of Zimbabwean-born Paul Le Roux will probably be unfamiliar. Thanks to this book, however, on one of the most prodigious criminal masterminds of recent times, that is about to change.

Award-winning investigative journalist Evan Ratliff spent four years piecing together the intricate and highly fragmented puzzle of Le Roux’s vast digital empire.

It straddled continents and exploited both the criminal underworld and the man on the street, all of them attracted by the prospect of unimaginable wealth. The result is a book that is compelling, if at times a tad relentless.

Despite Le Roux’s murderous sensibilities and odious personal traits, it’s difficult not to feel a sneaking admiration for this modern Moriarty. He was no mere gangster, but a gifted computer programmer who cut his teeth playing computer games during a troubled childhood.

By his early 20s he had used these skills to set up a network of call centres for the sale of prescription painkillers to online customers. Using FedEx as his unknowing courier, the business was soon drowning in cash.

The eye-watering profits Le Roux made from this scheme only fuelled his greed and ambition.

Within just a few years he’d become the centre of a vast, highly secretive criminal cartel, always one step ahead of the U.S. law enforcement agencies.

Soon Le Roux was laundering hundreds of millions of dollars a year, as he extended his criminal interests into mining, logging and gun-running.

Ratliff’s breathless narrative and fine writing chronicles a life of luxury yachts, houses full of gold bars, weapons-dealing with Iran, and even an attempt by Le Roux to set up his own personal mini-state in the lawless badlands of Somalia (he briefly contemplated a paramilitary coup to overrun the Seychelles).

As one associate observed: “He wanted to make roomfuls of money, to be king of his country, the big man, sitting behind a giant desk in his palace.”

His personal life reflected his grandiose ego. Driven by “greed, impatience and a sense of superiority”, he paid scores of women to become pregnant by him, with the aim of creating a dynasty of loyal offspring he could one day rely upon to carry on his business interests. And everywhere there was violence and murder. Opponents were despatched without qualms or any sense of compunction, while any subordinate suspected of disloyalty was punished without hesitation.

“There is no such thing as done,” he once told an employee. “You work for me until I fire you, or something else.” In one disturbing incident, an unfortunate employee was dumped off a yacht into the sea, with Le Roux’s henchmen firing at him as he struggled in the water.

When Le Roux was finally apprehended and arrested in a hotel in Liberia by U.S. agents, he announced calmly: “I apologise, but I do not want to get on your plane,” before going limp and having to be carried on board like a sack of potatoes.

Faced with the prospect of serving life in an American prison, he immediately agreed to give evidence against his subordinates in an attempt to reduce his own sentence – a sickening prospect for those who’d spent years of their lives bringing him to justice. But as one federal agent put it, “At least he’s in jail, not killing people”.

Ratliff’s book is meticulously researched and written with feverish intensity. And while, at nearly 500 pages, it would have benefited from editing, The Mastermind is undoubtedly a masterwork of investigative journalism.

– The Mastermind by Evan Ratliff is published by Bantam for £20, 480pp

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Cartoon: Dexter Wants A Break

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Body of Evidence: ‘The Burning Question’

SERIES: CRIME FILE INVESTIGATIONS

. Intro & Preamble Note: ‘Body of Evidence’includes cast and personnel list/glossary of terms

A series of crime scenes that will require the reader to apply their forensic skills in solving the mysteries.

Burton walked into the restaurant’s kitchen; its stainless steel and tile surfaces were covered in soggy soot and burnt debris. The sprinklers had been shut off over an hour ago, but the overhead fixtures still dripped steadily. He brought head chef Nathan Olivo in with him, careful to keep the distraught man away from any evidence.

“I hope you like your steak well done,” said Mike Trellis, Burton’s CSI technician. He specialised in arson investigation and bad jokes. Burton laughed, the chef did not.

Trellis was using a fuel sniffer, which looked like a small cane attached to a lunch box, to check areas of the kitchen for traces of accelerant. Petrol and paraffin were the most common, but he had seen arsonists use everything from Silly String to hair spray to start a fire.

“What happened here?” Burton asked.

“It was about half an hour after we closed. We were all in the bar toasting the end of the night when the kitchen just blew up. I started the toast tradition a few weeks ago when we got a mediocre review in the local restaurant guide. The toast is supposed to build morale and create team atmosphere – everyone was pretty down after that review. But the bad food wasn’t our fault, it was the stove.”

“The stove?” Burton said. “Was there a problem with it?”

“Problem? It was a piece of garbage,” Olivo said. “Always burning entrées, scalding sauces and stinking of gas; the pilot light for one of the burners kept going out. I asked the manufacturers to replace it several times, but they refused, saying it was fine.”

Trellis walked over to the blackened stove, the sniffer leading the way.

“Thank you, Mr Olivo,” Burton said, leading him towards the door. “Please step outside with the other employees and we’ll finish up in here.”

Burton shined his flashlight around the kitchen. “The room looks like there was a sudden explosion rather than a slow burn,” he said. “And soot is covering just about every surface in here – walls, counters and especially the ceiling and ceiling fans – so whatever happened, it sent residue everywhere. But what burned in order to make the soot? Soot results from imperfect burning, and gas burns cleanly, with no residue. I can’t believe the kitchen had enough dust to cause this mess.” Burton looked again at the ceiling and the black film covering it. “Wait a minute. Were the ceiling fans on when the kitchen blew?”

Trellis checked his notes. “The fan switch was in the on position, but the explosion knocked out the electricity, so they weren’t spinning for long. The big exhaust ducts up there were off for the night.”

“Let’s try to get a fingerprint off that fan switch,” Burton said. He climbed onto the stainless-steel island in the middle of the kitchen and took a closer look at one of the ceiling fans. It was caked with black soot, as was the ceiling above it. He reached above the fan and ran his finger along the top side of one of the blades. It came back with a white substance on it. Burton smelled it once, then touched it to his tongue.

“Mmm. Tastes like arson,” he said.

How did he know?

– Author’s note: No solution to this case will be made public.

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