‘I take it there’s a but,’ Ava added.

‘There’s a “butt” even bigger than mine,’ Lively said gruffly. ‘The memorial service date and time was given correctly, but there was never going to be a will reading, as Jenson’s entire estate has been left to the rape crisis charity.’

‘So, if he checked the memorial service details online, for example, he would have had verification, but it was the promise of getting something in return for travelling that made sure he’d come?’ Ava asked.

‘That and the added temptation of what his wife says was a long-term liaison he had in Edinburgh. Looks like he was headed to see a lady friend when his car crashed. He had a pair of diamond earrings nicely wrapped and ribboned in the car with him. According to the wife, she wasn’t supposed to know about any of it, but knew when to put up and shut up. She doesn’t have the woman’s name but is pretty sure we’ll get the details from Mr Western’s phone. I think the term she used was a cheap piece of street-corner decoration,’ Lively said.

‘High-end prostitute?’ Ava asked. ‘Trace her and speak to her. See where she was the night before Western died and if she’d ever had any contact with Bruce Jenson. Prostitutes get raped more than any other sector of society.’

‘You think there’s a link to Bruce Jenson’s final monumental decision about where to leave his money?’ Graham asked.

‘I think we should check and see if Gilroy Western had made any recent changes to his will,’ Ava said. ‘He was a businessman who must have had plenty of contact with lawyers over the years, so how did he fall for a fake email?’

‘It was good. Whoever had sent it had gone to the trouble of setting up a false email address, including the law partnership’s name. They used all the company details and reproduced the logo. They’d signed it from Jenson’s personal lawyer. It was no botch job. Left nothing to chance.’ Lively checked his watch. ‘I’d best go. We’ve got the tech nerds checking the mobile phone and I’m hoping they can give me some answers. Am I allowed to speak with DI Callanach at all, just as a mate?’

‘You’re mates now, are you? Was I in a coma when that happened?’ Ava folded her arms.

‘All right, I shouldn’t have faced you down in the briefing, but it’s …’

‘Sergeant, I’ve already forgotten about that, but you can’t contact Callanach. He’s on administrative leave for a reason. You’re involved in an investigation that Callanach needs to be protected from. Getting in touch with him right now would be the worst thing you could do.’