CASH & CREDIT 13

“So this is Alexander Hall,” said Susan, fascinated, as she studied a passport photograph.

“Hardly,” said the Chief, his expression cynical, “This passport is out of the ‘Day of the Jackals’ manual for a start,” he said, deflating her somewhat. Even without checking the facts, he was right, she decided, disgusted with own naivety.

“True,” she said, looking at the face with new eyes. It showed a rather full-faced man who looked like a foreigner, someone with ethnic origins, a white East European perhaps. But who was ‘Alexander Hall’?

Simmonds had uncovered links to a UK bank, and from there, the trail vanished via the bank account and fake passport into an offshore conundrum, companies and trusts and obscure banks which would take ages, if ever, to unravel. It was a dead end, temporary or otherwise.