‘Knew she would,’ he says. ‘But you were there for a bit. Did she say anything interesting?’ The tone in his voice is one I haven’t heard before. He’s aiming for a nonchalance that he hasn’t quite managed.

‘Actually, I wasn’t there long. Didn’t even go in. But she did make me wonder about something.’

‘What’s that?’ He takes a sip, wincing a little.

‘Ariel. She thinks it might have been him who took the money.’

‘Ariel?’ he says, straightening in his chair. ‘The yoga guy? What makes her think that?’

‘Actually, I’m beginning to wonder if it was him, but it doesn’t really add up in my head.’

‘Why?’

‘That night. The night it happened. I was hiding behind the sofa when they came in. I couldn’t see much. But I’m sure I heard him say something about celebrating having the money.’

He leans back in his chair. ‘Well, she was seeing the guy. And she went away with him. Maybe that’s it. The simplest explanation. But how did he get it?’ he says.

‘I’m not exactly sure about that. Could he have broken in? After … after Grace?’

He considers this a while. ‘Maybe. It’s possible. We had so much going on around that time, if he had broken in while we were out, I can’t say I would necessarily have noticed. And back then you could just breathe on that window and it would have fallen open,’ he says, aiming his glass at the bay window.

‘But it doesn’t completely add up,’ I say.

‘Why not? He didn’t come to the funeral. I’d say that everything points to him. Especially after what you just told me about what you heard.’

‘I don’t know, Seb. As much as I loathed him, I can’t really see him breaking into your house in broad daylight to steal money. I didn’t like the guy, but I don’t see him as a cat burglar.’

He pauses for a second and takes another sip. ‘Maybe he did it at the wake,’ he says. ‘I remember seeing him there and now I think of it he was lurking around upstairs quite a bit.’

My heart skips. Nina said he hadn’t been at the wake. I want to believe this is just Seb’s way of supporting me. To help confirm what I already think. I take a sip of the whisky. The liquid stings the inside of my mouth. ‘But the man I saw,’ I say. ‘He had a suit on. Couldn’t have been Ariel.’

‘That’s what’s bothering you?’ he says. ‘You know he had a job?’

‘Well, he was a yoga instructor. I knew that,’ I say.