It was Amy’s idea to meet here at my apartment before we went to the pub. She said it might be our last opportunity to say goodbye to the place where we spent so much time laughing, crying, solving the problems of the world, while sitting on the balcony drinking gin. I wanted to say no, but I couldn’t because I knew she was right. We did spend a lot of time on that balcony watching people passing by and making some very inappropriate comments about them. It’s just that I’ve lost a lot of the romance for this place in the last few weeks with all that’s going on. It’s hard to convince yourself you’re going to miss a place you can’t wait to leave.

When Lucas found out the girls were meeting at the apartment, he decided to invite his best man, Ronan, and two other mates from work who are coming to the wedding. It’s like a mini wedding rehearsal. Only I’m not at all in the humour for any of it. I’m scared after what that detective said at the station when she dropped a bomb on my world. I couldn’t believe she mentioned the site. I had to be clever and act dumb. My bag of secrets was in her hand and she was pulling on the zip. I can only hope she doesn’t get it open.

I’ll have to try and put my worries to the back of my mind for now and make an effort to enjoy myself because it’s almost time to go to the pub and I don’t want to leave Andriu sitting in Reilly’s on his own. I could have asked him to join us here at the apartment for the pre drinks, but then the rest of the gang might never leave and I don’t want that. I’m afraid I might get too drunk and blurt something out about what happened at the police station.

I have to stay focused until I speak to Andriu. Thankfully nobody has noticed I’m only sipping my drink or they’d be asking questions. I need to talk to Andriu about what the detective mentioned with a clear head. I’m hoping he can remember something of use and my best chance of getting to speak to him on his own, without everyone else listening to the conversation, is in the pub.

‘Of course I’ll miss you,’ I say putting my arm around Emily. ‘I’ll miss you every day and I’ll particularly miss you when I see prosecco.’

Emily laughs. ‘And I’ll miss you,’ she says. ‘And I’ll particularly miss you when I run out of prosecco.’ She lifts her glass in the air. I lift mine and we clink glasses.

‘To Mr and Mrs Jones,’ she says.