“Well, where the fuck did she go?” Robbie pushes himself in duplicate out of the caravan before the thin door bangs shut behind him. It takes Tony a moment to regain his footing.

“I told you, Rob, I don’t know.” Tony’s voice rises higher than his brother’s. “Don’t look at me like it’s my fault. I told you that valuation bloke was too far away, that I’d be late. I got back ten minutes ago and she was gone. And all the while you were in the pub.”

“I was only in the fucking pub, Tone, to pay for the border tip-off. And I’ll look at you how I like. This is your mess, remember? Your mess. You think I’d be here if you weren’t my brother?” Robbie pushes Tony in the chest a couple of times. Tony’s hand forms a fist at his side, but even in the darkness I can tell he’s holding it loosely, halfhearted, intended to boost his own courage rather than to be used against his brother.

“And how about when I stood up to get you out of a worse mess, Rob? Huh? Four months of my life in a shithole just to save you from having to go through it. You owe me.”

Robbie’s head drops. He sighs like he’s tired of being reminded of the debt he owes his twin. He pauses for a moment.

“The money?” he asks.

Tony hunches slightly. It’s all he has to do to let his brother know the money is gone.

“Fuck!” Robbie shouts at the sky, before he turns back to Tony, his eyes bright and wild even in the darkness. “I told you, Tone, how many times did I tell you this was rotten from the start, but you couldn’t let it go, your fucking conscience, all because of that kid all those years ago.”

Tony keeps his head low, like he’s heard this many times already.

“I just want to make right some of the stuff I’ve done wrong, the stuff I’m not proud of. Prison changed me, it changed me here.” He presses his fingers to his forehead. “It made me realize something. That moment when we didn’t help that kid, even though we knew he was in trouble, that split-second decision is what made everything after go to shit.”

“I’ve heard enough of your reformed-character bullshit, Tone. You wanted to say sorry because when you were a little kid you didn’t save a toddler from drowning? Send flowers, write a fucking card, that’s what most people do. But not my sensitive brother, no, what do you do, Tone? You get involved. A woman is fucking dead and the whole of the South West is searching for her psycho daughter who could put you in prison for the rest of your life because you wanted to say sorry?”

Robbie’s face is red from shouting but Tony doesn’t glance up once. He can’t look his brother in the eye.

“I told you what her mum was doing to her, Rob, she needed my help, I had no idea what she was really like.” At last he looks up at his brother. “She’ll be heading into town, won’t she, Rob? What if she goes to the police? What if she tells them all those lies she made up, about what happened to her mum?”