Oliver was on the phone, planning to go out with Zander for a jazz session. Maggie said she might join them or not. She wasn’t sure. ‘A word?’ CJ managed to cut Bea out and take her to the sitting room. ‘News?’ ‘Can you spare an hour to visit someone with me? I’ve traced the telephone number Tomi wrote on the back of her agreement. The phone belonged to a man who lost it some months ago, he’s not sure where. He thinks he may have left it in a taxi. No wonder you got no reply. ‘“Leo’s” real name’s Duncan Wylde. He works for a big firm of accountants and has been out of the country for a while, financing and refinancing various businesses that are in trouble. He only got back yesterday, and he picked up the message I’d left on his landline this morning. He phoned me back to say that the agreement we found couldn’t possibly have anything to do with his friends’ tragic deaths. When I pressed him, he said it was a fun thing a group of them had decided to do for charity.
