Rather to his surprise, Arnold supplied a name. Unsurprisingly, the name of Arnold’s finance man was one of that breed of accountants at the less salubrious end of the adding and subtracting echelon. He was also one who had more addresses than the Queen. ‘And where might we find Mr Cohen this week?’
‘I believe he’s away at the moment,’ Arnold told them. ‘Got a villa in Spain, I understand.’
With all the rest of the Costa Crooks presumably. ‘How convenient. Going to work on your tax return during his hols, was he?’
Arnold shrugged.
Rafferty thought he was going to have to come the hard man. But Llewellyn, that man of stern principles and even sterner morals saved him the trouble. Of course, the Welshman had the advantage of actually caring that the taxman was being defrauded.
‘That’s s
