We’re like ships passing in the night. When I rang Faye back, I got a secretary with a very musical voice telling me that Dr Faye Connolly was with a patient. I told her it was personal and urgent and that I’d missed two calls from Faye already. She said she’d get her to ring as soon as she was free.

I’m nervous. Those cops are not going to go away; they’ll keep asking questions, digging and digging, it’s what they do. But what if they end up digging in the right place? What will I do then? My thoughts are racing in the wrong direction. I need to calm down a bit but it’s hard with so much at stake. I wish I was already on the far side of this planet. I doubt they’d come all the way to Australia to ask if I could remember anything suspicious.

I text Muriel to tell her I’ve been delayed and will get there as soon as possible. I don’t tell her why because the last thing I need is Muriel asking me questions. She texts me back to say it’s quiet and there’s no need to rush. So I don’t.

Lucas waited with me until I’d stopped shaking then he had to run. He made me an omelette first, though. I managed to swallow the whole thing even though every time I thought of the detectives and the body and the fact that this was all happening three weeks before my wedding, I felt like getting sick.

It’s a busy time for Lucas, wrapping up things at the company before he goes back to head office. He tells me there are lots of things he needs to sort out and he’s training two people to take over his job. Not one. Two. I laughed when I heard that.

I put my plate in the dishwasher. My eyes keep checking the phone which I have sitting on the kitchen island right beside me. I’m anxious to speak to Faye, to let her know that the cops called here. I need to give her the heads-up so she’s prepared in case they call to her too. I’m nervous to hear her voice again after all this time because I don’t know what to expect. Will Faye be friendly and act like nothing went wrong between us? Or will she bring up the past? Maybe she’ll tell me why she just disappeared out of my life without any explanation. I’d love to know why but I’ve no intention of mentioning it because I’ve enough to deal with. I’m still wondering what her reaction will be when my phone lights up. My heart quickens. It’s her.

‘Faye.’

‘Tara dear, can you talk?’