Tara, that friend of mine who works at the courts got back to me earlier today. Muriel was right. Avril Ryan did file a harassment complaint against a man. I’ll forward on his identity. It was a few years before she went missing. The investigators will already be aware of this. But you asked so… enjoy the wedding.

Damn it. I was hoping there might be something in that discovery to send the detectives down a different path but if it was years earlier and, as Sean says, the family will have told the cops about it anyway, it’s of no use to me. Shaking my head, I promise to let go of my thoughts about Avril Ryan and concentrate on the wedding.

A few hours later the buzzer sounds. Andriu is here. He arrives at the door with a bottle of wine in his hand which I thank him for. He must be planning on having a drink. I wasn’t but I feel obliged to join him.

‘Is Lucas here?’ he says, walking over towards the balcony and looking out. ‘Great view, this place must cost a bomb.’

‘No, he’s gone for a drink with some of his colleagues. It’s his last day in work so… how are you getting on? Have you met up with Faye at all?’

Andriu shakes his head, still looking out on to the city. ‘That’s what I wanted to talk to you about, Tara.’ He turns around and nods at the bottle in my hand. ‘Are you opening that?’

‘Oh yes.’ I hurry to the kitchen area and take two glasses from the shelf, putting them on the table before opening the bottle of wine. ‘I’ll just have a small glass,’ I say. ‘I’ve a few heavy days ahead.’

Andriu takes his glass and sits down on the chair opposite the sofa. I sit on the sofa.

‘Here’s to your future, Tara,’ he says, leaning in to clink glasses.

‘Cheers.’ I feel a bit awkward in his company all of a sudden. A flashback of the last time we were on our own having a drink all those years ago comes to mind. I know we were both drunk but if I hadn’t pushed him away anything could have happened. I couldn’t believe that he tried to seduce me. He was Faye’s boyfriend, for Christ’s sake.

‘You wanted to talk about Faye,’ I say, hoping he doesn’t suggest she had something to do with the murder again.

‘I did meet Faye,’ he says, leaning forward in the seat. ‘I think she followed me. I can’t be sure but…’ Andriu takes a sip from his glass without taking his eyes off me. ‘Tara, what do you know about Faye since you last saw her?’