There’s a pause as we all look at her.

‘Turn that down,’ Matt snaps at the children.

‘I saw him in the afternoon. He tried to persuade me to go to the festa with him and see the fireworks. I thought about it,’ she adds, looking defiantly at Matt, ‘but then I came back here.’

‘Where does Carlo go?’ asks Ruggieri.

She shrugs. ‘He said he was going to meet his friends.’

‘You did not see Betany?’

‘Of course she—’ Matt says, but Chloe interrupts again. ‘Yeah.

I did.’

‘You saw Bethany?’

She looks ashamed. ‘We bumped into her. She was walking through the olive grove. She told me to go home. I got angry and I shouted at her.’ Chloe starts crying, and Lotte gives her a sloppy kiss on the cheek. ‘I was going back anyway, and I didn’t like her telling me what to do.’

‘Christ!’ Matt says. ‘And you only thought to tell us now?’

‘I didn’t know she didn’t come home or that anything had happened to her! And then, when I found out she’d been… I thought you’d be mad!’

‘Leave her be,’ Amy says to Matt, but her voice is gentle.

‘What happen then?’ asks Ruggieri.

‘Nothing,’ Chloe says. ‘Bethany carried on walking. I stayed and talked to Carlo for a bit, and then he walked up the hill to meet his friends at the bar and I came back here.’

‘Did Betany say where she go?’

‘No.’

‘What direction did she take?’ asks Biondi.

‘Does Auntie Bethany still have a sore head?’ Lotte asks.

‘Yes, love, she does.’

‘That way.’ Chloe points in the vague direction of the coast, away from the holiday house.

‘What time was this?’

Chloe shrugs again. ‘After lunch. Maybe between four and five o’clock. Can I go and see her?’ she asks Amy, drying her eyes.

‘I’ll take you later,’ I say.

I hand out coffees to everyone, including my dad, who’s just woken up.

‘Who are these gentlemen?’

‘It could have been him – Carlo Donati,’ Matt says.

Chloe’s head snaps up.

‘He was in the house once,’ I say, ‘as if he’d been upstairs and he wasn’t expecting us to be here. And Dad’s journal and Chloe’s iPad went missing. Those photos – maybe he was spying on her.’