‘About Elizabeth?’ he asked, knowing it was the only possible answer. ‘Just answer me, please.’ He was giving her the chance to tell the truth, to be honest with him, but she was refusing his offer. What was wrong with her? He tried a different tack, hoping to throw her thoughts off-balance. ‘Did you let things happen between us to get more information about Elizabeth’s death so you could write a story with the help of Sonia?’

Well, that certainly caused a reaction. Her eyes blazed with anger.

‘Did you want to sleep with me to find out what I was doing here?’ she countered.

The remark hurt him, his reaction taking him by surprise. They stood their ground, staring at each other. Harry gave way first. ‘No,’ he said. ‘No, I didn’t.’

‘I didn’t either,’ she replied.

He was relieved to hear her say that and, judging by the look on her face, she was equally relieved at his response. ‘I’m glad you said that.’ He wanted to stroke her face, to push her hair from her eyes, but he forced himself not to, and instead he made sure his voice was softer when he spoke. ‘Steph, please, tell me what’s going on? I can’t just ignore it.’

The tears were back in her eyes and she blinked hard. Then, taking a deep breath, she straightened up and he saw the softness in her features tighten. ‘Do you have any doubt about what happened to your wife? Do you know one hundred per cent it was an accident?’

Harry resisted the urge to yell indignantly at her. He couldn’t remember anyone other than Sonia asking him such a direct question. It was like being punched in the stomach. ‘No one knows for certain what happened at the lake but it was thoroughly investigated, by your mother, and there was nothing to suggest it was anything other than an accident.’

‘So you can’t be certain it was an accident? That’s all I’m saying.’

‘Why would anyone want to kill Elizabeth?’

‘Divorce is expensive, you said that yourself.’