Leah frowned. “Who?” She took the sheet back from me and examined it. “Oh no. He was the registered accountant for Oak Knap Investment Bank. This is the printout for the bank. They were registered in the UK. That’s a UK companies office search.”

Momentarily confused, I checked the Post-it I had given her again and realized I’d written the name of the bank that Bob Jameson had worked for along with the charity’s. Leah had thought I’d wanted her to do searches for both.

She was looking at me now. “Is that all right? I’ve given you whatever I could find for the Oak Knap Investment Bank and the Jameson Grace Charity. That’s what you wanted, isn’t it?”

I nodded. “That’s great.”

I hadn’t intended Leah to check the bank, but I was glad she had. When I’d been looking at the bank, I’d ignored the business pages but Leah in her usual forensic fashion had checked everything. She’d separated the information she’d dug up into two sections, one for the bank and one for the charity. Without realizing it, I had started with the bundle for the bank.

“So Jude Burns worked for Oak Knap?” I said.

Leah nodded. “It was a small investment bank in the UK. It closed its doors some time ago but Julian Burns’s name keeps coming up because the bank got into difficulty with some investment properties – there was some hint of the bank laundering corrupt payments. This was before all this due diligence stuff we have now.”

“Okay,” I said slowly.

“It looks as if he took the fall for the bank, as the company’s accountant. They seem to have blamed him and denied any knowledge themselves.”

My eyes widened. “And he just took it?”

She shrugged. “Looks like it. I think he may even have been struck off. Regained his licence again at some stage but the company got into all kinds of bother. Allegations of involvement in criminal activities. No charges were ever brought, but it looks pretty shady.” She made a face as she pointed to one of the sheets. It was the “Floors of Whores” piece that I’d found myself.

I flicked through the rest as I drank my coffee. Jude had certainly been disingenuous when he’d said he and Bob had known each other when they were kids. They’d known each other a lot more recently than that, and not just because Jude’s mother was in a Jameson Grace Home.

When I finished my drink, I took the sheets and went back upstairs to have a proper look through. There were no more major surprises as far as the bank was concerned but the Jameson Grace Charity was chaotic. They hadn’t filed any returns for three years. How could they continue to operate? I wondered. Especially when it came to running the care homes.