Another tells a very vivid story of you meeting for a second date, then saying you had to take a call and not returning, leaving her to pay the bill. The third, who I recognise vaguely from the list of one-night stands at the end of the journal, explains that you told her you were divorced, but, after seeing you a couple of times and you not inviting her to your place, she followed you and saw you with your wife.

It’s incensing. My life has been on public fucking show. A steady procession of paranoid women waiting outside our home, watching me to see if we were still together. While I was watching to see if you were still with them.

I’m scrolling down the comments when my phone rings. It’s DS Percy. I think about letting it go to answerphone but I decide that it would raise more suspicion, so I get out of the car and answer.

‘Hello?’

I’m whispering into the darkness, the night pressing in on me.

‘It’s Lorraine Percy here. I just wanted a word about—’

‘Oh, my signal might be bad. I’m just going for a drive. Blow the cobwebs away. Can’t face sorting the house out just now.’

She pauses.

‘It’s about the holdall.’ I let out a sigh of relief. For the first time in ages there’s a tingle of anticipation in my tummy. I wait for her to carry on but she doesn’t.

‘Oh. Right. Have you arrested someone?’

‘No. I just wanted to put your mind at rest. But there’s something else.’

‘OK. Is this to do with Peter Daubney? Should I be worried?’

I can hear her breathing. She’s up against it, trying to work it out.

‘It is and it isn’t. We examined the holdall this morning. Forensics are having a look at it. It’s thrown some light on the pictures that were posted on Facebook.’

I jump in. ‘That’s good, isn’t it?’

‘It is, but the problem is, we’ve questioned the person who had the holdall and they deny posting the pictures. And since we found it, more posts have been made.’

I smile to myself. She’s going to have to tell me.

‘I’m sorry, you’ve lost me. I don’t see what this has got to do with me.’

‘OK. The pictures were in the bag. The ones that were posted. The person who had the bag has accused you of planting it in their house. And your ex-husband has made another complaint about some Facebook posts since the bag was found.’

Come on, Lorraine, tell me that his mother has the bag. Listen to how ridiculous it all sounds.