And then there were my parents. What would they think of Molloy if they met him? I remembered suddenly that I’d meant to ring them the night before. I took my phone out of my bag and dialed their landline now. No luck. I tried their mobiles, but I got voicemail on both, so I left a message on both.

My phone beeped in my hand as I put it back on the table, with a text from Maeve. Tony had opened the Oak, not something he usually did on Sunday mornings, but he was making an exception today. Maeve and Phyllis were heading there in half an hour and wondered if I wanted to join them. I texted back a yes. Then I looked at my watch again. I had half an hour to kill.

I drummed my fingers on the table, then poured myself the dregs of the coffee pot. I wondered how Lissa was doing this morning. If what Harry had said was true, she should be on the road to recovery. But had the drugs really been self-administered? I remembered what Phyllis had said about Sue. Lissa’s younger sister was a bit of an enigma.

I picked up my phone again, opened Facebook and searched for both Burns sisters. I’d set up a page for myself a while back and though I never posted anything, it was useful for keeping up with community events. It had also proved to be quite fertile when I’d wanted to find out about people: people were surprisingly lax about what they posted online. I, on the other hand, was a lurker.

Lissa did not appear to have an account but Sue’s page was open access. Her profile said that she was a nurse. I wondered if that was why she was always with Peadar, concerned for his health and vigilant about it. But when I checked the hospital where she worked, I saw that it was a psychiatric hospital; St Finbarr’s in Galway.

As expected, there were lots of pictures of her nephew. She clearly doted on him, although I knew that already from having seen them together. There were also pictures from nights out, it seemed that Sue was quite the party girl, particularly recently. Some pictures had the words GNO below. Girls night out, I presumed. Disappointingly there were none with Lissa; I’d thought it might be a way to see what her husband Chris looked like. Sue’s most recent post was a link to a donation page for the cycle.