“Right. So what did you do then?” I opened the window and pressed the gate release button. A flurry of rain stung my face before the electric window could wind up again.

Ignoring the invasion of the weather, Jett said, “Moira and I went down to the studio to see Micky about a couple of tracks we weren’t happy with. He wanted to do some fancy stuff with drum machines and stuff, but we weren’t thrilled with the idea. So we discussed it, and then I went up to have dinner with Tamar.”

“Did you and Moira come back upstairs together?”

Jett thought for a moment. “No,” he eventually said. “She was still there when I left, but she was upstairs a few minutes later, because I saw her going towards the front door as I came through from the kitchen. I thought she was going off to meet Maggie.”

“So you knew Maggie was staying in the village?” I asked, with a vague gesture in the general direction of the pub.

“Sure I knew,” he replied in surprise. “Moira didn’t broadcast it, but she had to tell me. I’d have been worried, you see, if I’d been looking for her and I hadn’t been able to find her. I told her to bring Maggie up to the house to stay, but she wasn’t having any of that. Said she didn’t see why Maggie should have to put up with the shit she was getting from all sides.”

“OK, so after Moira left, what then?”

“We ate our steaks, and watched Regarding Henry on the video. Tamar went off to have a bath just before ten, and I came up here to make a couple of phone calls. There were a couple of session musicians I wanted for next week, and I needed to check they were available. Usually, Micky does that, but he’s got such strong ideas about this album that I didn’t trust him not to come back to me pretending they couldn’t make the sessions. After that, I went along to Tamar’s room and we went to bed together.” His voice dropped and he came to a halt.

“What exactly is the score between you and Tamar?” I prompted.

“That’s a question I don’t have the answer to. I’m fond of her, but sometimes she drives me crazy. She’s so materialistic, so empty compared to Moira. I keep thinking I’ll end it, then we go to bed together one last time and I remember all the good times and I can’t let go. Maybe if Moira and me had been able

You mean Tamar’s a great lay, and you won’t say goodbye till something better comes along, I thought cynically. “I see,” was all I said. “So where did you go after you left Tamar’s room?”