‘Thanks, but Kelly’s job is none of my business.’ Johnny glanced at Tilly, who stiffened slightly.

‘Gosh, I don’t want to cause any problems between you two. Would you like me to leave?’

‘Yes,’ Johnny said.

‘No.’ Graeme spoke at the same time. They looked at one another. Johnny put his hands up.

‘All right, sorry. Look, can you just give us a minute?’ he asked Tilly.

‘Of course. Graeme, honestly, I don’t mind. I need the loo anyway.’ She picked up her bag and walked away.

‘When did you meet her?’ Johnny asked.

‘Why?’

‘I could get into so much shit for discussing this with you.’

‘Who from? Kelly?’

‘Yes, Kelly. What have you told her? The complete stranger.’

‘Oh come on, Johnny, she’s not special forces. She’s a fucking tourist.’

‘She’s a honey trap.’

Graeme burst out laughing. ‘Mate, you’re paranoid.’

‘Tell me what you saw, and I’ll pass it on to Kelly.’

Graeme nodded. ‘Thanks. Look, I never saw the guy who was killed before. I thought the place was empty and it couldn’t hurt having a look around. It was last Friday, I think. I rowed up to the beach. There were three blokes in the garden. I jumped out of my skin and so did they. When I asked who they were, they said they were surveyors, but they didn’t look like surveyors. They said I was trespassing and to leave – you know, aggressively. I’d never seen them before and they weren’t local. They were shifty. Up to no good.’

‘And you didn’t mention this to Kelly?’

‘I didn’t speak to her about the house, just about finding the body in the boatyard; the two weren’t connected then. Anyway, I didn’t really think about it until I went back there and saw the police tape. It set me thinking about the burglary, and how they’d need a vehicle to take away all the stuff.’

‘Between you and me, I think they’d need more than one, and something with a trailer mount. Can you remember what the men looked like? You might have to go in and give a description.’

‘I can certainly have a go. Why has Kelly gone to London? Is that where George Murphy lived?’

‘It’s a bit more than that. Two of his colleagues have been killed as well.’ Johnny wasn’t speaking out of turn; anyone could get the information off the internet. Besides, he trusted Graeme, just not the girl he’d known for five minutes, who was now on her way back from the toilet.

‘Where did he work?’ Graeme asked.

‘Big pharmaceutical company in London.’

‘No wonder he liked coming up here.’

‘Do you remember the vehicle those men were driving?’ Johnny asked.