Jenny righted herself with the lid in front of her like a shield. ‘Sorry, I bumped into this a tiny bit.’

Indy went over and touched the edge of the lid where the wood had split.

‘This is useless now,’ she said.

‘It was an accident,’ Jenny said.

‘What were you doing?’ Hannah said.

Jenny looked around for an answer, then down at the lidless coffin on the workbench. She put a hand in and touched the lining as if stroking a cat. ‘Nothing, just thinking.’172

‘And mucking about with the coffins,’ Indy said, taking the lid and resting it against the wall.

Jenny went wide-eyed with sarcasm. ‘Sorry.’

‘Are you drunk?’ Hannah said, stepping closer.

Jenny rubbed at her forehead. ‘I’ve had a couple.’

‘Is that why you didn’t answer your phone?’

‘What do you mean?’

Jenny fumbled her phone out of her pocket, took a second to key in the passcode, then raised her eyebrows. ‘Sorry.’

‘Hannah was arrested,’ Indy said with a smile.

‘What?’

‘I wasn’t,’ Hannah said. ‘I was detained then given a warning, it’s not the same thing.’

‘She hit Peter Longhorn’s wife in the face.’

Hannah gave Indy a stare. ‘It wasn’t like that.’

Jenny shook her head as if trying to dislodge something. ‘What am I missing?’

Hannah sighed. ‘It doesn’t matter, we’ll catch you up when you’re sober. Who were you drinking with?’

Jenny pulled at her earlobe. ‘The Hook woman. She doesn’t believe her husband is an artist. She thinks he’s up to something and wants to keep paying us to follow him.’

Indy went to the back door, which Jenny had left open, and locked it. ‘People are weird.’

Jenny lifted a finger. ‘That is so true.’ She turned to Hannah. ‘I’m sorry I didn’t get your calls.’

Hannah rubbed her hands together. She wondered how Emilia Longhorn’s face felt.

‘Probably just as well, in this state.’

Jenny pushed herself away from the workbench and the coffin. ‘I’m not in any state.’

‘OK, whatever,’ Hannah said. ‘You know, maybe Gran was right about you, Mum.’

Jenny looked confused. ‘What about me?’173

‘You always need to be fucking yourself up.’

‘I’m not fucking myself up.’

‘Han,’ Indy said.

Jenny took an unsteady step forwards, waving a hand. ‘No, let’s hear it. Let’s hear what the prodigal daughter has to say about her drunken mum.’

Hannah shook her head. ‘Forget it.’

‘What?’

‘I said forget it,’ Hannah said. ‘There’s no point talking to you like this.’

Jenny moved her head and hands, exaggerated movements. ‘I’ll have you know I was just talking to your dad about you.’

Hannah stopped at that. ‘And?’

Jenny placed a finger to her lips and made a shushing sound.

Hannah sighed.

‘I’ll put the kettle on,’ Indy said.

‘Hannah.’