Chapter 7
‘I’M SORRY, Mrs McNamara, but I can’t help you regarding your husband’s alleged offshore accounts. You’ll need to see a forensic accountant...’
Mrs McNamara was too wound up to listen. I held the phone away from my ear as she continued her rant about my client, her rotten-to-the-core ex-husband who, according to her, was claiming bankruptcy to avoid paying his share of their property settlement, when she knew for a fact that he had millions stashed away in an overseas account.
‘I really have to go, Mrs McNamara, I have a client waiting. Take my advice and hire an accountant.’
I hung up and hardly had time to breathe a sigh of relief when my mobile phone rang. Unknown number.
‘Hi, it’s Frankie.’
I sat motionless with shock. My heart skipped a couple of beats. ‘Hi, how are yo
