I take the salmon and put it in my bag. I had planned to ask him if he saw the news about the woman whose body was found at Huntley Lodge. But I decide not to. He seems too sad for me to introduce dead bodies into the conversation. And I’m pretty sure he must have seen it, as it was all over the papers. He’s probably hoping I didn’t see it.

‘The suits are going to be lovely,’ he says, trying to perk himself up. ‘Is there anything you need me to do?’

‘Not that I can think of but if there is I’ll give you a shout. Other than that, it’s the church rehearsal on Thursday evening at six, followed by dinner in the Phoenix Bistro.’

Dad rubs his hands together. ‘That all sounds great.’ Then he walks out of the kitchen. ‘The match is starting in a few minutes,’ he says, disappearing into the TV room.

Amy is outside the door within a few minutes of me texting her. She must have been waiting down the road. Her face is bursting with enthusiasm when I get into the car.

‘Only one more week to go,’ she says, squeezing her face with excitement. ‘I have the bottles: vodka, gin, Bacardi, red wine, white wine, a bottle of Jägermeister, beers for the lightweights and, wait for it…’ She reaches over into the back seat with both her hands and lifts up the biggest bottle I’ve ever seen. It’s about two feet tall and it’s full of prosecco.

‘What do you think of that?’ she declares.

‘Where the hell did you get that?’

‘A policeman wouldn’t ask me that.’

And there it is; the mere mention of the cops and I feel my nerves kick in. Luckily, Amy can’t see my face. She’s too busy looking at the bottle resting on her lap.

‘There’s enough there to get an army pissed. I thought it was just the four or five of us coming to my apartment first.’

‘Slight change of plan,’ she says, returning the bottle to the back seat. ‘Apparently they all want to come to your apartment, so I said yes.’

‘Thanks.’

‘Ah what the hell? Sure, you only get married once.’ She looks in her mirror before swerving out into the oncoming traffic. Someone beeps and I jump in the seat.

‘I don’t know why you bother with mirrors, Amy, you just drive out anyway.’

‘You’re okay, aren’t ya?’ she laughs, with a big grin on her face.

The news that there’s going to be about fifteen girls instead of four at my apartment is good. Amy’s right. I’ll only get married once. Well, that’s the plan.

‘So they’re all coming?’

‘Yeah, we can get pissed. If it drags on we can skip Brogan’s and go straight to Coppers.’

‘Whatever, I’m easy.’