Chapter 22A Question of Identity
“We know he's a clever sod,” Derek McLennan said, as he exchanged thoughts and ideas with Fenella Church, over coffee and a sandwich in the police canteen, or, to give it its official designation, the staff dining room. “He sold his mother's house for cash and by selling privately he managed to circumvent most of the usual procedures carried out by an estate agent. The money, if it was paid by money transfer or cheque, would have had to go into a bank account, so it's logical to assume he set up an account under a false identity.”
“I agree,” Derek, she replied, “but where does that leave us?”
“I'm not sure. One thing's for sure, we can't go to the banks and ask them for their new client lists going back to the time of the sale, but there must be ways of
