I peer into the photograph, enlarging it. Jack’s there with Missy in the distance, heads together, isolated from everyone else. She’s smoking and he’s wearing a suit. And a tie. What the fuck is going on here? What has Louise done? Whatever it is, he’ll protect her. He’ll hold her hand, soothe her, get his fucking solicitor to defend her.

I select a picture and post it. It’s the one where she’s in a model pose, her fake boobs almost in his face and he’s looking directly at her over-made-up face. Naturally, they’re in my bedroom, but I’ve come to expect that now. I see that she’s a nail technician and has helpfully advertised her mobile number on Facebook – thanks for that. I dial it.

‘Hi. This is Monica. From Facebook. I’d like to meet up with you to discuss it all. I know what you and Jack did. Could you call this number to arrange a convenient time and place?’

I sit in the car and wait. Not only is Jack a #cheatingbastard and a stalker. He’s a liar. It’s something else that I can prove now, but I’m not taking it for granted. People like him and Missy always get away with it. Wriggle their way out of things or just stay quiet. With her, it’s usually fear as she lords it over everyone and makes them think that she is much, much better than them.

With Jack, it’s smug silence mixed with shrugging. Big brown eyes making us all, even me at one point, believe that he is the unfortunate victim of a huge misunderstanding. Then when he’s caught out, he just plays dumb. Outright denial is the next line of defence. No excuses, just a plain, ‘I didn’t do it.’ Like when I saw him in Manchester. He just lied his way out of it. In the end, I almost believed him. Almost.

Eventually the old Samsung rings. I let it go to answerphone and, after a minute or so, I listen.

‘Hi. This is Louise Shaw. It was a very bad line, but if you wanted to meet up to talk about things I can meet you in about half an hour. How about in Up Steps? I’ll be by the bar.’

It’s late but I drive down to town. I walk over to the church and sit on the wall near the Up Steps pub. I’m just in time to see Louise arrive with DS Percy. I duck behind the wall and wait. Lorraine leaves and Louise sits there with a Coke. She waits and waits and waits and, when I don’t show, DS Percy comes back. It’s been half an hour.