Elusive: Nicola Tallant confronts a visibly shaken Goerge Mitchell
This is the moment when Ireland’s elusive ‘Godfather of Crime’ realised the Sunday World had finally caught up with him after 20 years in hiding.
George ‘the Penguin’ Mitchell hasn’t been snapped in more than two decades and the last thing he expected as he ambled up the street of a sleepy German village was to be confronted by our team.
The 65-year-old has changed his appearance drastically, but the unmistakable waddle that earned him his nickname from one-time pal John Traynor is still hard to miss.
We had been watching him for days at his new base in the Mosel Valley in the south of Germany, where he has recently settled after leaving Spain.
He rarely comes out, opting instead to hide away in the luxury apartment he has rented on the banks of the Mosel river. When he does, he is collected by his friend Herman Xennt, a Dutch national with a shady past.
They meet at various restaurants and coffee shops in the idyllic town of Traben Trarbach, and mingle with the tourists who flock here.
For Mitchell, it’s just another day of anonymity in this little valley, far from the huge drug markets of Europe which have made him a very, very wealthy man.
But his undercover life as businessman ‘Mr George Green’ is about to be shattered – and for the first time in years the nation will see the face of the man who has grown fat and rich on the misery of thousands.
“George, can I have a word with you?” I ask as he makes his way up the street, his vast frame swaying from side to side. “How are you doing?”
Initially he is confused.
“I’m grand thanks,” he says, his Dublin accent still pronounced (see video below).
He looks again. He glances under my baseball cap. His eyes darken, his expression changes and he almost spits: “F**k off.”
He takes out his mobile phone and barks orders: “Let them know exactly what is going on here.”
I follow him up the street.
“We haven’t seen you in a long time. Have you settled in here?” I ask him. He strides on.
“The last time we heard from you, you said you were a legitimate businessman. Is that the case?” He ignores me again.
“Gardaí and other police forces believe you to be an international drug trafficker. Do you have anything to say?”
He keeps his calm and walks purposely on, but the look in his eyes says it all – his sheer hatred and contempt for the Sunday World and all it represents is evident.
Only weeks ago, this newspaper was hailed for its coverage of organised crime when the Court of Criminal Appeal overturned a €900,000 defamation award to Sligo drug dealer Martin McDonagh.
The judgement recognised that society needs to protect and encourage the coverage of crime – something the Sunday World has led the way in since it was founded in 1973.
Mitchell has been ranked as one of the top-20 drug traffickers in Europe and is currently under investigation by a number of jurisdictions for his involvement in heroin, cannabis and ecstasy trafficking, as well as fraud and money laundering.
For years we have followed his trail to Amsterdam in Holland, Malaga in Spain, Marrakesh in Morocco and to Kusadasi in Turkey – but the slippery Godfather managed to evade us.
When we finally find him he doesn’t quite see us as old friends. But then we were the first paper to name him as a major player in the drugs trade, and as the man who tried to organise the murder of CAB officer Barry Galvin.
For the first time, the Sunday World details how Mitchell has hidden in plain sight while trying to legitimise his dirty money.
For the past 10 years, the Penguin has remained on the move, often living for months out of hotel rooms. Intelligence relating to Mitchell was passed on to police in Holland last year.
The Dutch authorities informed their Spanish counterparts that his base was in Malaga, where he was living in an ordinary beach-front apartment with his partner and former secretary Khadija Bouchiba.
There, she had registered a property sales and rental company, while he travelled up and down to Holland and Germany.
Gardaí were informed of his whereabouts and a surveillance operation was mounted on the property where Mitchell and his partner, a Dutch-Moroccan grandmother, lived a low-key existence.
The couple had met in Holland, where Mitchell lived for almost a decade after fleeing Ireland following the murder of journalist Veronica Guerin and the establishment of the Criminal Assets Bureau.
In 1998, in his last serious brush with the law, he was caught unloading IR£5million worth of stolen computer equipment from an Irish truck on the outskirts of Amsterdam.
He claimed he was involved in an “import-export company” and insisted he was a legitimate businessman. However, he was jailed for a year.
After his release, police believe he spread his tentacles across Europe – organising drug shipments from Colombian drug cartels, the Russian Mafia, Afghanistan’s heroin producers through Turkish agents, along with major shipments of firearms.
At that point, his daughter Rachel and her partner Derek ‘Maradona’ Dunne were living in Amsterdam, where he specialised in supplying heroin to Dublin and England. In 2000, Dunne was shot while Rachel and their children looked on.
Around the same time, Mitchell became a close friend of Herman Xennt. The businessman had purchased an old cold-war bunker where he had set up ‘Cyberbunker’ – a web domain company he was hoping to develop.
In 2002, when there was a fire at the premises an Ecstasy-making factory was discovered in an underground area.Xennt denied it had anything to do with him. Meanwhile Mitchell, later moved out of Holland and kept an even lower profile than ever.
Until now...