‘Can we get this show on the road?’ I asked with impatience. ‘I want my boy back.’

‘We’re just waiting for two more, then we can begin.’

‘Two more?’ I asked.

‘Jon Duba and Jarvis Burton,’ said Eva. ‘I’ve sent them both a very special invitation.’

Jon was coming here? Why on earth would he do that? Callie and Tobey exchanged a look.

Sonny took my hand in his. ‘Sephy, what’s going on?’ he asked softly.

I shook my head. ‘Ask Eva.’

‘Eva, d’you mind if I have a quick word with Sephy?’ asked Tobey.

‘By all means, be my guest,’ Eva said amiably.

Tobey crossed the room to squat down before me. He leaned in to whisper in my ear. ‘I hear you think you know who killed Dan. I strongly recommend you keep it to yourself until you can tell the police directly. D’you understand?’

Slowly I nodded. Tobey stood up to retake his seat next to my daughter. Earlier I’d asked Jon to pass on a message to Jarvis. It had been a ploy to see who Jarvis might then pass the memo on to, because then I’d know for sure who he was working for. It had been my way of trying to find out just who was in charge. Well, I guess that was one mystery solved. Jarvis worked for Tobey and, like a dutiful soldier, had reported back to him every word I’d said. I now knew for certain exactly who – and what – Tobey was. I wasn’t surprised, but was strangely disappointed – more for Callie’s sake than my own. She still thought of him as one of the good guys.

One burning question answered. Time for another query to be resolved.

‘Eva, while we’re waiting, could you tell me who it was who had my husband killed – you or Dan?’

‘Mum!’ Callie exclaimed, but I ignored her.

‘Sephy, don’t.’ Sonny tried to take my hand, but I shrugged him off.

I focused on Eva. Eyes narrowed, she looked me up and down. ‘What makes you think it was either of us?’

‘Because I’m not a fool,’ I said stonily. ‘My husband Nathan Ealing, owner of Specimens Restaurant, was killed in a hit-and-run incident nearly three years ago. Who ordered that? Was it Dan, you or maybe Owen Dowd?’

‘Sephy, stop,’ Sonny urged. ‘This is hardly the time or place—’

‘I know one of them was responsible for my husband’s death,’ I snapped. ‘If it was Dan, then I hope his chestnuts are roasting in hell.’ Now it was my turn to look Eva up and down, my gaze dripping with a contempt I didn’t even try to hide.

‘Dan had nothing to do with your husband’s death,’ Eva frowned. ‘He would’ve told me if he’d ordered it.’

‘So it was you?’