EDWARD DIAZ WAS WAITING at home for them as Llewellyn had rung him earlier to let him know to expect them. He lived in some style, in a three-storey, plus basement, house, the likely cost of which made Rafferty’s eyes water. But he was a banker, he recalled and had the high earnings that Rafferty knew that Sophie had thought was her due.
Though it was strange that the Griffin rumour mill had implied that she hadn’t been up to the minute in the fashion stakes for her school reunion. Abra had taught him that was unusual: women were always keen to impress other women with their designer labels.
Edward Diaz was – given his surname – surprisingly fair, with light brown hair and sandy lashes. He was also older than Rafferty had expected, being fifty-five at least, and was fleshy, with the look
