GAVIN HAROLD TURNED out to be in a garrulous, ebullient mood; as he explained, he’d just pulled off a coup to sell software to a major national company. He was c**k-a-hoop, and it may have made him keep less of a guard on his tongue than might otherwise be the case. So when Rafferty introduced the topic of Ian Sutherland’s finances, Harold let slip that it wasn’t only the costs of his wedding and the go-slow in his business finances that weighed heavily on Ian’s shoulders.
‘Poor old Ian, he’s got several other large debts, and spends half his time avoiding calls from creditors and people who try to door-stop him. I’ve had him camped out on my sofa many times recently, too scared to go home.’
‘Yes, I’d heard he was deeply in hock,’ Rafferty lied. ‘He must be relieved he’ll soon get his in
