same place: a client account operated by Yardley Rowe Capital, and out of there into three companies I had never heard of.
Ondine Marr set up eleven of those payments. Her name is on the instructions. She was my husband’s assistant, and my husband gave her my grandmother’s account details.
And the entire time, the two of them believed they were quietly bleeding an old woman’s estate.
They were lifting sixty-one thousand out of a fishing net while two point one million sat in a trust with two trustees and a deed neither of them ever saw.
Ines Talbot rang me in the September, when I was seven months pregnant, and put that folder on my kitchen table and said: “Your grandmother asked me to give you this when you needed it. I’d say this qualifies.”
And Ines Talbot, in the September, who I should describe properly.
She is sixty-one
