I’d been right. Moira had died before she’d cost anyone a penny. I wondered if anyone would ever be able to untangle things now she was dead. “Do you happen to know if she left a will?” I asked.

Maggie’s mouth twisted into an ironic smile. “Jett tell you to ask that? Yes, she left a will. We both made wills in favor of each other about two months ago.”

“Do you mind if I ask you why?”

“Because a friend of mine was killed in a car crash and she hadn’t left a will. The house was in her name, and her family kicked her lover out on the street the day before the funeral. Gay couples don’t have any rights. We have to make our own. That’s why we made the wills. At that point, Moira didn’t even think she had anything to leave,” Maggie said bitterly.

But when she’d died, it had been a different picture. I knew I’d want to come back to this, but I needed to hear more from other people before I’d have any useful leverage. So I changed the subject. “Surely Micky was pleased? He must have been happy that they were all working together again, just like the good old days?”

“You’d have thought so, wouldn’t you? But not according to Moira. She said he was always nit-picking. She thought he wanted to take all the credit for Jett’s great comeback album—they hadn’t worked together for the last four, you see.”

“I’m beginning to wonder why she stuck it,” I remarked.

“I wondered myself. But she really enjoyed the work she was doing with Jett. She loved the writing. And she was even doing some of the backing vocals. She kept telling me that when the

“Had you seen her much in the last few weeks?” I asked.

“Not really. She hasn’t been home at all. We had a couple of weekends in a hotel in Manchester. Jett had gone to Paris with Tamar, and he’d given her some money and told her to show me a good time.” Her eyes lit up, then the light died. “We had a good time, too,” she said softly.

“Why did you go to Colcutt this week?” I asked.

She looked at me in surprise. “What do you mean?”

“I saw you. I was driving the car that nearly ran you over in the early hours of the morning. The landlady at the Colcutt Arms told me you’d been staying there. I just wondered, you know? With you two not having seen very much of each other lately.” I let my words hang in the air. Maggie was no fool. She must have realized it would only be a matter of time before the police would be at her door.