“Kevin wasn’t thrilled that she was back. He was worried about the press getting hold of the details of her past and using that to smear Jett. And she was always chasing him about money, as if he was trying to do her out of her share, which is just ridiculous. I mean, if Kevin was dishonest, Jett would have found out and got rid of him years ago. He had nothing to fear from Moira’s silly allegations, so why would he kill her? All her murder’s achieved is to stir up the very stuff he wanted kept quiet,” Gloria informed me.

“And Micky?”

“You wouldn’t be very thrilled if someone who had been out of the business for years came along and started telling you how to do your job, would you? She was very pushy, you know. She had her own ideas and God help anyone who didn’t go along with them. I felt really sorry for Micky. She was always pushing Jett into taking her side over the album, and he was so scared that she’d take off again that he went along with her. But Micky wouldn’t have killed her. I mean, she might have been driving him demented, but she couldn’t do his career any damage,” Gloria stated. She pointedly made for the check-out queue. In her eyes, she’d clearly decided she’d told me all I was going to get.

I cut round in front of her, making her brake sharply. “One last question,” I promised. “You said cocaine was the drug of choice around Colcutt. Who uses it?”

“It’s not my place to say,” she replied huffily, her eyes on the display of cookery books beside us.

“If you don’t tell me, someone else will. And if no one else will, I’ll just have to go to Jett,” I retaliated, fed up with fencing.

Gloria gave me a look that should have reduced me to a smoldering heap of ashes. Clearly she thought threats were as pleasant a form of communication as I did. “Ask Micky about it,” she finally offered.

“I’ll do just that,” I replied. “Thanks for your help, Gloria. I’ll mention to Jett how co-operative you’ve been.” I smiled sweetly and walked away. If I were a store detective, I’d never have let me out of there without a body search. There can’t be that many complete weirdos walking around looking like they’re rehearsing scenes from Inspector Morse in Sainsbury’s in a nice Country Life town like Wilmslow.