She knocked. A long pause. She didn’t know he was here, but it was all she had to go on. She was about to knock again when she heard a noise inside, maybe the squeak of a chair.

She pushed the door open and there was Bradley on his own in the office. She half expected him to have a woman in here, or his trousers round his ankles and his cock out wanking over porn on his laptop. But he was just sitting looking annoyed at the sight of her in the doorway.

‘Go away,’ he said, sounding tired.

‘Why didn’t you answer the door?’ Jenny said.

‘Because I didn’t want to speak to you.’

‘How did you know it was me?’

‘I didn’t,’ Bradley said. ‘I don’t want to speak to anyone.’

Jenny looked around the office. Same cramped set-up as before, nothing seemed out of place or different. It smelled of nervous sweat.

‘Please leave,’ Bradley said.

‘Did the police interview you?’

‘Fuck off, will you?’

‘That’s a yes.’ Jenny took a step into the room and Bradley stood up. It was dark outside the window, making the office seem more 247intimate, claustrophobic. Jenny felt the energy shift when he stood up, looming over her. He seemed to feel it too.

‘You don’t seem very upset about Mel turning up dead.’

He shook his head. ‘You don’t know me. You don’t know what I’m feeling.’

‘Says the dick-pic guy.’

‘That was a mistake.’

‘Only because it got you into trouble.’

He took a step forwards. ‘No, you got me into trouble.’

‘You did it to yourself.’

He swallowed hard. ‘I have nothing to feel guilty about.’

‘Is that what you told the police?’

‘I told them that you assaulted me on the roof,’ Bradley said, moving towards her. They were close now, she could see the tiredness in his eyes.

‘I bet they laughed you out of the station,’ Jenny said.

‘They took it seriously.’

‘This is the age of Me Too, you don’t get to be a victim.’

‘Assault is still assault.’

She could see his laptop screen, at least it looked like actual work, equations and diagrams, a graph demonstrating some fundamental truth about the universe.

He saw her looking. ‘What, you were expecting porn?’

Jenny raised her eyebrows. ‘That sounds like a guilty conscience.’

‘I don’t feel guilty,’ Bradley said.

‘You must be worried about the DNA match.’

‘What DNA match?’

‘Between you and Mel’s baby.’ She was out on a limb here, but you never know.

He paused at that. He was right in her face now, and he reached out a hand and placed it on the open door next to her. He smiled.