He buys things in one country and sells them in another.

That was the whole of my sister’s great opportunity once you stripped the warmth off it — a sentence a child could say, with no company behind it, no registration, no address that survived a search, no name that held still from one page to the next.

Zoe had understood that instinctively, and had given me the look she gives when a grown-up is being slow about the obvious.

I deserved the look.