I arrived at Belfast with Theo and some councilmen who were responsible for searching the house. After hours of searching and coming up with nothing, Altid stood outside the house, his hands on his hip and a look of genuine confusion on his face. It was hard to tell if he was faking or if indeed he was frustrated with the futile search.

“It seems like there is nothing here,” I said, watching him to see his reaction.

“My tip mentioned a vault,” he said, he looked to be deep in thought. ...