FOR ONCE, LLEWELLYN’S geeky skills had let him down, and he didn’t like it. ‘This is hopeless. I didn’t think Fanshaw was a common name. But there’s dozens of then. Hundreds of them. We don’t even know if she changed her first name, or what year she was married.’
‘She’s sure to have changed the Tracey part as well, officially or not.’ He nodded at the computer. ‘That’s a waste of time, anyway. Even if she did marry Fanshaw, and that’s debatable. We’d have to get a copy of the marriage certificate from her. And how are we supposed to do that, when we have nothing against her, no charge to lay upon her in her Fanshaw persona?’
Llewellyn sat back. He went so far as to throw down his pen, which was akin to hurling it across the room for him. ‘Now what, then?’
‘Temper, temper.’ Rafferty rubb
