Ana with one n looked up from his lap. “And I’m at not-that-ana-the-other-ana in all the usual places, and I upload content daily when I’m not having arguments with my boyfriend’s colleagues.”

“And in case you’re wondering,” Rhys added, “I know it seems weird, my channel telling you how to find pictures of my girlfriend’s boobies, but I’m fine with it. She’s a lovely girl and it’s her job.” He paused for a moment and added, “Also they’re very nice so if you haven’t checked them out, do give them a go.”

There wasn’t a great deal I could say to that, but fortunately a knock at the door meant I didn’t have to.

“That’ll be the professor,” said Rhys.

“Or Barbara,” I added apprehensively. “In which case I should go and apologise.”

I eased myself reluctantly out of the chair, and when the banging on the door intensified, I tried not to tell myself that it probably was Barbara because it would be characteristically impatient of her. Still, it wasn’t worth putting off any longer, so I quickened my step a little.

It wasn’t Barbara. It was a man and a woman I didn’t recognise, both in their midforties. They had a uniformed police officer with them.

“Sorry to interrupt,” she said, “but this couple have just called my station, and they tell me you’ve broken into their house.”

Chapter 21

"ONE MORE TIME, MR. O’DONNELL," said the police officer after they’d brought us all in, which had taken a while because there’d been one of her and seven of us, of whom three were out in the garden, either being sad or examining insects. “How did you and your friends come to be in Mr. and Mrs. Plastowe’s house?”

I told her again. I was sure that everybody else had told her as well, and I was sure our stories would be relatively consistent, but I also didn’t quite trust my colleagues to be able to talk to the police without going off on long tangents about mosquitoes, their social media followers, or, in several cases, what an absolute prick I was.

“So then you”—she looked down—“had a cup of tea and argued with your coworkers about why you weren’t inviting them to your wedding?”

I nodded. “Yes.”

“Why aren’t you inviting them to your wedding?”

“Is that part of the investigation?” I asked.

The police officer shrugged. “No. But they seem like nice people. One of them invited you to his wedding.”

“Did you invite the entire police station to your wedding?”

“Of course.”

They probably did things differently in the countryside. “Look, it’s nice to get to know you and everything, but is it possible that we could maybe go now? It’s been several hours and we have to be up early in the morning.”