She glanced at her friends. Johnny was already watching her. He looked away again, as if his point had somehow been proved. The camera was sitting in his lap, ready to go again. He’d filmed Kit getting into the plane, sitting in the plane, and he would capture him again getting off it and into the waiting car at the other end. Kit seemed not even to notice him now. He was in the midst of a scandal that was poised to finally shred his reputation beyond repair and they were perfectly placed to capture it from the inside. It was everything Clover had hoped for. Her film had a purpose now, a remit for Cannes.

So why did she feel sick?

She looked back outside as the steps went down and the cold alpine air rushed into their warm cabin. Johnny was first out to get into position on the tarmac, then Ari – checking no reporters had tracked them here, although there was clearly a high chance they would arrive via this airport. Kit glanced over at her before he stepped out. He hadn’t shaved and his jaw was dark with stubble. She could see he wasn’t the man he’d been yesterday – the look in his eyes was different; he seemed if not broken, certainly fractured. Irretrievably weakened. But no matter how tightly he had held her last night, whispering her name into the darkness and losing himself, he wouldn’t relent. His secrets were still his. They were still on separate sides of the glass.

She looked out the window. Like him, she had to remember herself. She couldn’t allow herself to feel things. She had to look at this journalistically. The events of the past eighteen hours had changed everything; suddenly her film wasn’t the dead duck she had assumed. She had to retain focus. Amy was alleging assault and battery, and Kit wouldn’t deny it. That meant she could take Amy at her word and confirm the worst about him (something she would have paid for at the start of this project). Or she could find out why he wasn’t fighting back. What was he hiding? Either way, her film had legs. The pictures of her and Kit taken on the way into the casino had created a white-hot frenzy of speculation for her latest project and Liam had already left three messages for her. She had yet to go back to him – he would think she was keeping him hanging, but her head was as scrambled as Kit’s.