He slapped the steering wheel and I jumped. “I want to know what the hell he was doing out here. You met my brother. He wasn’t an outdoors sort of a man. Amanda said she had to twist his arm to get him to go for a stroll on Thursday, otherwise he’d have spent the day in the pub.”

“I see.”

He went on, “The last place I’d have thought he would die was on a mountain road. Bob was far more likely to die face-down in a plate of steak and chips with a good Châteauneuf-du-Pape in his crystal wine glass.”

Despite the context I smiled. Derek smiled back, and it broke the tension. Still, the image seemed rather distasteful for a man in charge of a charity and it was hard not to be reminded of what Jude had said in Phyllis’s flat.

“This is Bob’s car, isn’t it?” I asked, my hand on the cream leather seat.

Derek nodded. “I don’t have mine with me, and Amanda said it would be okay to take it.”

“And it was parked outside the guesthouse all night?”

Derek shrugged. “I think so.”

“There was no car at Mamore Gap last night.” Other than Maeve’s jeep, I thought, but I didn’t say that. ‘So, it doesn’t seem like he drove himself here. Who do you think did?”

Derek shook his head sadly. “I have no idea.”

I paused. “Did you see or hear anything last night at the guesthouse? Bob leaving? Someone collecting him maybe?”

He frowned as if to consider this although Molloy must have already asked him. “We all came back from the pub together. Amanda and myself went inside and both went to bed, I assume. I certainly did. Bob stayed outside for a bit, but I’m pretty sure I heard him come in.”

“Why would he do that? Stay outside after everyone else came in?”

Derek gave me an oddly sheepish look. “He wanted to have a cigarette. He couldn’t seem to give them up, but he’d kept his smoking secret. He was on the board of a cancer charity for a while. Not great for the CEO to be seen smoking.”

“No, I can see that.”

His eyes narrowed. “So, you think someone drove him out there and killed him? Is that what the guards think?”

I shrugged, uncomfortably. “I’m sorry. I don’t know. I have no idea what happened either, other than what the guards have released. I’m just thinking aloud.”