‘Yes. Don’t try to deny it – I know it was you – I saw you on CCTV. It’s not a biggie in the scheme of things but it’s a hassle for me for many reasons if the stocks aren’t quite what I expect.’

He nods, but he’s fidgeting and looking over my shoulder and I get the impression he’s not really listening.

‘I think I keep you all pretty well fed and as you know, there are always snack stations but if you need more, that’s OK, I don’t want anyone to go hungry, but please ask next time. Don’t just take. Quite apart from the stock-taking, there are health and safety reasons why I can’t have unauthorized people going in the stores, especially as you didn’t always close the door properly. My reputation is at stake here,’ I add stiffly. I’m not going to go into the details of what happened before. ‘I can’t risk a shipful of passengers getting ill because someone had midnight munchies and left the fridge door open.’

Antonio shifts awkwardly and nods. ‘Got it. Sorry.’ He’s still not looking at me.

‘In all honesty, I find it hard to understand why you’re taking some of the things you’ve been taking,’ I add. He looks so stressed. I wonder if he’s on the verge of a breakdown. Lola going missing has obviously hit him hard.

And even though I know he pissed Lola off, I’m now wondering if it was actually true that he hit her. Would he do that? Apart from that one day, they seemed about as close as any siblings I’ve ever met. But then again, why would she make it up? I push the thought away. My loyalty here should be with poor, dead Lola, not with possibly-violent-but-certainly-overprotective Antonio.

‘Sometimes I prefer to eat away from everyone else,’ he says hoarsely. ‘What with everything that’s happened. I’m not up to making small talk.’

I see a tear roll down his cheek. I can’t have upset him that much, can I? He really does seem on edge. ‘That’s OK,’ I say. ‘I know you’re going through a lot. But ask next time, OK?’

He nods.

‘Don’t worry,’ I add. I suddenly feel sorry for him. Whatever he did or didn’t do, his sister and, as I understand it, last remaining living relative is dead, and he is clearly suffering now. ‘Leo doesn’t need to know. I can sort the stock sheets. No real harm done.’ I notice he is shaking. ‘Antonio, maybe you should see if Stuart can sort you out with something if you’re finding it hard to cope? It’s none of my business, but I know that Lola would want you to look after yourself.’