The detective doesn’t need to know that before I discovered the discarded wrapper on the floor, I found Tara Moore unconscious on the sofa downstairs. Barely dressed. She doesn’t need to know I covered her in a blanket and lifted the two empty glasses from the table and the bottles off the floor in case she rolled off the sofa and hurt herself.

The hate is taking over again. I can feel it rising in me, drowning me. It will make me lose control and I might say something that I shouldn’t. Casting my eyes to the ground, I stick my finger into the side of my shoe as if clearing something away and I take a deep breath.

‘Sorry, something stuck in my shoe,’ I say before lifting my head and looking at the detective.

‘Do you know where Andriu is now?’

‘No, I don’t.’

‘Okay, not to worry. So, Faye, can you cast your mind back to three years ago when you lived at Huntley Lodge?’

I’m nodding, waiting on further direction.

‘Can you remember anything suspicious at all? Anyone unusual coming to the house or anyone acting out of character?’

Mullins coughs into his hand, taking my focus away from Lee.

‘Can I get you some water?’ I say, standing to walk to the water cooler in the corner of the room.

‘Stay where you are, he can get it himself,’ Lee says, looking over at Mullins like he’s a little kid.

‘I’m fine,’ he mutters and looks back at me.

‘Where were we?’ I say. ‘Oh yes, anything suspicious, anyone out of place…’ Smacking my lips I look to my right, to my left. ‘Anyone suspicious?’ I repeat. ‘I would say at least a hundred different people came through that door in any one month so…’ I let that hang in the air for a minute before adding. ‘Do you have a name? Or a picture or…’

‘Avril Ryan,’ Lee says.

I continue to play dumb and yet the anger in me is still very much alive. I try to block out the moment I put two and two together. Tara and Andriu. They had sex. Everything pointed to it: the drink, the condoms, the half-naked bodies. Did they think they were actually going to get away with it? That they could keep their sorry little affair a secret from me… with my IQ? Are they really that thick? I knew someday an opportunity like this would come my way.

‘Faye…’ Lee interrupts my train of thought.

‘Sorry… I’m trying to think. Did you say Avril Ryan?’

‘Yes.’

And here it is. Sitting on two chairs in front of me. My opportunity for revenge.