I leaned back in my chair and thought. If I’d been able to find out about Moira’s abortion, the chances were that Neil could have too. Good journalists use exactly the same kinds of sources that investigators do. The only question for me was if Neil’s sources in the financial sector were as efficient as mine. And if he’d told Jett about his discovery. That could be just the kind of scandal he’d been looking for to sell his book. Whether he’d still be getting any co-operation from Kevin and Jett if he’d told them he planned to

It was lunchtime for the world, breakfast time at the manor when I arrived. The atmosphere in the kitchen was less than welcoming. Jett looked up from the toast he was buttering to say hello, but no one else paid me a blind bit of notice. Kevin and Micky were sitting opposite Jett, both leaning forward earnestly over their cups of coffee. Tamar was shoveling down Weetabix, spluttering between mouthfuls that Jett ought to listen to Kevin and Micky, that they were right.

“Right about what?” Jett was paying me to poke my nose in, after all.

Micky’s brow corrugated in a simian frown. Kevin delivered one of his ingratiating smiles and said, “We’ve just been telling Jett, the best thing for him is to get back to making music. Take his mind off things, let him work through his grief.”

“How near is the album to completion?” I asked.

“It’ll never be finished now,” Jett replied morosely. “How can I even think about it?”

A look of irritation was chased off Kevin’s features by a spuriously sympathetic expression. “Hey, I know you feel like that now, but you should think of this as a tribute to Moira. A way of making her spirit live on.” I had to hand it to Kevin. He was shrewd when it came to manipulating Jett.

Jett looked doubtful. “I dunno, seems like bad taste, and her not even in her grave yet.”

“That’s just her body, Jett, you know that. Her spirit’s free now. No fear, no hate, no pain, nothing to worry about. She came back because she wanted you to make music together. You owe it to her to finish that work.” I cast my eyes heavenwards at Kevin’s words. God, I’d be glad when this job was over.

Gloria swept into the room and headed straight for the kettle. “The police have released the rehearsal room,” she announced. “We can use it whenever we want.”

Jett shuddered. “No way. Kevin, I want my instruments moved out of there and up to my sitting room.”

“But what about the piano? And the synths?”

“Them too. If I’m going to work, I can’t do it in that room, with all the negative energies from her death.”