‘I don’t have those contacts,’ said Frend. ‘Also, the passports have to be cast-iron, and come with guarantee of safe haven. My clients may be forced to reside in the territory in question until the Red Notice has faded to a soft pink.’

Kauffmann tired of the second cigarette and sent its butt to join the first.

‘I should have an initial response in twenty-four hours,’ she said.

‘And the cost?’

‘That depends. Jordan is probably out, given what happened in Paris. The Jordanians’ ties with France are too close, and they prefer to avoid inviting the attentions of extremists. Don’t look so shocked, Anton. I know about Gare de Lyon, too. Anyway, the Jordanians charge a million per document, and that’s before fees and overheads. With that in mind, I have a feeling your clients may be destined for the Caribbean. Given the complicating factors, I’d anticipate somewhere close to two hundred thousand per passport – and that’s at the lower end of the scale – plus my twenty percent.’

‘Dollars?’

‘I think we’ll make it euros. In cash. It’s just two passports, correct?’

‘Most likely three.’

Frend was not sure that Zivco Ilić had the necessary funds required to purchase a new passport for himself, but the Vuksans might be willing to fund him. They would not want to be trapped in unknown territory without someone they could trust to watch their backs. As for Zorya, he did not believe she would travel with them. According to Radovan, she wished to return to Serbia. He did not know why.

‘I need a definite answer,’ said Kauffmann.

‘I’ll check, but assume three for now.’

‘What about photographs?’

‘I have them ready to send. I just require an email address.’

Kauffmann consulted her phone and supplied a secure address consisting of random numbers and letters, which Frend knew would cease to exist after the image files had been downloaded. He sent the encrypted files from his own phone, and waited for Kauffmann to confirm that they’d been received safely.

‘Done,’ she said. ‘Now, I have somewhere to be. Is there anything else?’

‘No, I think that’s all.’

Kauffmann tightened the belt on her coat and took in the cemetery one last time.

‘Have you considered adding your name to that passport list?’ she said.

Frend shook his head. ‘I have a business here, and friends.’

‘I notice that you fail to mention a family. How is your wife?’

‘Elsewhere.’

‘Permanently?’

‘Probably.’

‘And your mistress?’

‘You are very well-informed.’

‘Just because you don’t parade her doesn’t make her a secret. Are you attached to her?’

‘I am fond of her, but no more than that.’

‘And your daughter remains in England?’

‘Yes, but we are estranged.’

Kauffmann laid a hand on Frend’s right arm.