Kate took a breath then knocked with purpose. The door was opened wide and both Kate and Iris’s bright, businesslike smiles morphed into bewilderment.

‘What an unexpected surprise,’ said Errol, breaking the silence. Then, realizing they were all three just looking at each other, he beckoned them in. ‘Please, do take a seat.’

He got them both a cup of water from the cooler in the corner of the room and then took a small chair next to them. ‘How very nice to see you again. I had no idea you were here on business.’

Iris took a sip of her water. ‘Ah, yes,’ she said awkwardly, ‘well, it’s both. Business and pleasure.’ She smiled at him, remembering her dance the night before.

‘So, you are considering registering your company in our island?’

‘Yes . . . well, it’s Kate’s really,’ said Iris. ‘I’m just here for moral support.’

Both Iris and Errol were looking at her. Kate cleared her throat. Tried to gather herself.

‘Well, you see, the thing is . . .’ started Kate.

‘Yes?’ said Errol.

‘There’s a particular question I had.’

‘Go on.’

‘Something I really need to know.’

He smiled. ‘Hit me with it.’

Kate couldn’t form the words and stared helplessly at him.

Iris sighed impatiently. ‘Kate needs to know the listed director of a company registered here so that she can sue him or her for some really bad stuff that’s been going on back home.’

Open-mouthed, Kate looked at her.

Iris shrugged. ‘It’s true, isn’t it?’ She turned to Errol. ‘I didn’t see any reason to beat around the bush.’

Errol sat back in his chair. ‘I see. I’m sorry, ladies, but I am unable to give out any information. Even if I wanted to, I am not allowed to.’

Iris leaned forward earnestly. ‘But what this person’s responsible for . . . it’s really bad, Errol. There’s a little lad back home who’s desperately ill with cancer. And he’s not the only one.’

Errol paused, and a flicker of compassion crossed his face. ‘Have you involved the police?’

‘It’s not as simple as that,’ said Kate.

‘I’m deeply sorry, truly I am—’

‘The company’s called Foxgold,’ interrupted Kate.

Errol stopped still. Kate clocked his look of recognition and wondered if he was going to mention his error in emailing the forensic accountant, but he said nothing.

‘I just need to know the name of the director. Please.’

Errol held up his hands. ‘I am sorry, but I cannot help.’

‘What about if you just got it up on your computer over there?’ said Iris brightly, pointing at his desk. ‘Then maybe you get an urge to go to the little boys’ room . . .?’

Amused, Errol shook his head. ‘I have a very strong bladder.’

Iris held up her cup. ‘Drink some water?’

Errol stood. ‘Ladies,’ he said firmly. ‘I take it you don’t have any questions about registering your own company?’

Neither needed to answer.

‘It has been delightful to see you both again,’ he said, looking at Iris, ‘and if I can help in any other way, I am at your disposal.’ He held Iris’s hands and kissed the top gallantly.