‘What?’
‘Tachycnemis seychellensis.’
I blinked a few times. ‘Sorry, what?’
‘The tree frog you were telling me about.’
‘Ah, yes. And so impressive you remember the scientific name.’
He smiled. ‘That was purely to impress you.’
‘Well, consider me officially impressed.’
He tilted his hat at me, like someone in the nineteenth century might do, and then walked off, straight past Cam, who made zero attempt to hide the look of . . . what was it? . . .contemptflashing across his face. I rolled my eyes at him and my phone beeped again. This time it was Thuli.
Thuli:Hey. What can I help with?
Lizzy:I need some information on someone. Cameron Brian Anderson. He’s with the police.
Thuli:Isn’t he the ex?
Lizzy:I think ex would be stretching it, but yes.
Thuli:Why do you need information?
Lizzy:I’m on a job – cheating spouse – and he’s also here. He’s investigating the guy I am, and I want to know what the police want with him.
Thuli:Who’s the mark?
Lizzy:Victor Langdon.
Thuli:Of Monarch Luxury Holdings?
Lizzy:That’s the one. What have you heard?
Thuli:His name comes up from time to time.
Lizzy:With regards to what?
Thuli:A few years ago, his insurance company came to us with some evidence that he might have committed insurance fraud.
Lizzy:The stolen Picasso.
Thuli:Terrible painting. Did you see it? How can that be worth millions of dollars? My nephew could have painted it.
Lizzy:There’s no accounting for what rich people spend their money on.
Thuli:Tell me about it.
Lizzy:In what other context has his name come up?
Thuli:Someone might have suggested that the diamonds he was selling were not ethically sourced.
Lizzy:I see. And are the police currently investigating him for anything?
Thuli:I can look into it for you. Isn’t Victor married to Sharaz Venter?
Lizzy:He is. But he’s currently lying on the beach half naked with either hisPAor Pilates instructor.
