Cameron holds his hand up in that awful patronizing way he does, always has done. ‘Stop it. None of this was my idea. The resort’s head honcho is apparently fretting about a dead body turning up here, and thinks we all need to be seen as caring and sharing. And as I have the best properties, he asked if I would host. I could hardly say no, could I? How is that going to look? I’ve got a business to run here and I need to keep key resort people onside.’

I can’t believe his tone. Or his expression. How can he be so calm?

‘But he doesn’t have to stay with us, does he?’ I counter, trying to keep my voice low – which is no easy feat when I feel like screaming. ‘It’s all right for you, you can stay out of the way, but me? “Oh hi, yeah, it was my fault your brother died. Mine and my colleague’s. Sorry about that. Hope your short stay in this luxurious chalet while you identify his body makes it all better.” Brilliant. That’s not going to make for awkward dinner time conversation at all.’

Cameron puts his face up so close to mine I can smell his coffee breath. ‘Firstly – he wasn’t meant to be in your place, but there’s a problem with the only spare chalet I have at the moment so I can’t put him there. With some punters unable to leave the resort when they planned to and others miraculously getting through despite the roads being closed – seemingly just to piss me off – everything’s full to bursting point apart from your chalet. Which, as an aside, I seem to remember you are staying in this week free of charge while Hugo checks out if it’s good enough for his precious company. So, I’m terribly sorry if it’s inconveniencing you, the dead man’s brother turning up and bunking in with you, but you’ll have to put up with it.’

I flinch as flecks of Cameron’s spit land on my face as he speaks.

‘Secondly, we spent about ten minutes with this man, two decades ago. Do you remember what the weather was like that day? It was almost as bad as it is now. We were wearing goggles and hats, as was he. We were all twenty years younger. He was in a coma for days afterwards, and apparently remembered nothing about the accident. Do you think you would recognize him now? I certainly wouldn’t. So why would you think that he’d recognize us?