‘Oh dear,’ said Rachel, after a pregnant pause. ‘Is that your girlfriend?’
‘She was,’ Harry corrected moodily.
‘What do we do now?’ She held out the key. ‘Do you still want this?’
Forcing himself to think after the bombshell that had just hit him, he gathered what was left of his wits. ‘Yes, of course. If you could run off a copy of the accounts, I’ll see if I can get them checked out.’
While he waited, he reviewed the impossible position he now found himself in. As well as losing the love of his life yet again, Mrs M was relying on him to find some way of proving her accounts had been faked, and at the same time he was expected by his new boss to push the deal through, an unwelcome course of action that would probably land his landlady back in the soup.
‘Quick, let me have the copy,’
