‘You don’t expect me to believe you haven’t already done that, do you?’ Helena had found a mixing bowl and a packet of flour. Amy would make the pizzas.

‘Well, no, but he may have put something about me up there.’

Helena couldn’t help laughing. ‘Really? What would he say?’

‘I’ve met a gorgeous new woman, really hope she’s as into me as I’m into her. Obvs.’

‘Honey! There’s pinging off a text to someone you’ve just met and there’s turning that someone into a girlfriend …’

‘I know there is a bit of time in between but I haven’t felt like this for so long. Let me enjoy it!’

‘I’m really not raining on your parade,’ said Helena gently. ‘I’m just managing your expectations.’

Amy was rueful. ‘OK, OK, I know. But let’s get these pizzas on and then we’ll have a peek. I want to check out how he looks in swimming trunks.’

There was a good array of photos and, to Amy’s delight, a couple of James on a beach. There was one of him in skiing gear, holding some kind of trophy, standing in front of a row of laughing friends.

Helena, crunching pizza, looked over Amy’s shoulder. ‘Hang on!’ she said. ‘That’s Jago.’

‘Where?’

‘In the background. Look.’

Amy peered at the group of young men standing behind James. ‘Which one?’

‘There. Look.’ Helena touched the screen with her finger.

‘Helly! He’s wearing a big hairband, ski goggles and is looking away from the camera. How on earth can you tell?’

‘Well, I just know. It’s him. I know it is.’

‘You and your spooky “super-recogniser” stuff!’ Amy was dismissive but indulgent.

Now it was her man in the photos Helena was a bit more interested. ‘But that’s weird. He’s tagged wrongly. You’d think James would get his best mate’s name right.’

‘It might not be him. And anyway, he may not have put the photo up there.’

‘But it is him. And apparently he’s called Jonathan Relto.’ Something stirred in Helena’s memory. ‘Wasn’t Relto the name of that company that was responsible for all those people nearly dying in a fire? There was a dramatic rescue and several fireman got medals for gallantry.’

‘No idea,’ said Amy. ‘Let’s google him.’