‘Maybe,’ said Dominic, not sounding convinced. ‘I can’t put my finger on it, but there’s something about her that’s bugging me. I might do a bit of investigating myself.’

Harry wasn’t sure he liked the tone in his brother’s voice or what might follow. ‘I really don’t think you need to worry about her,’ said Harry, surprised at his reaction. ‘She’s just a feature writer, a reviewer, that’s all.’

‘Still a journalist, and I don’t want anyone poking around looking for a story that’s not there.’

‘I think you’re overreacting. No one is interested in what happened to Elizabeth.’ He swallowed to relieve the dryness in his throat and took a breath. ‘It’s old news.’

‘Don’t underestimate anyone,’ said Dominic. ‘Especially not a pretty female.’

‘You really think there’s something to worry about?’ The thought of Elizabeth’s death being dragged into the limelight again was like a black cloud looming on the horizon. Too many bad memories of their marriage, too much doubt and too much grief for him to want to face it all over again.

‘I don’t know and I don’t like not knowing, so I intend to find out. Keep your eye on her.’

Harry suppressed the sigh that was threatening to escape. He’d forgotten what it was like to be around Dominic for any length of time. The intensity, the brooding, the second-guessing and the need to be in control was tiring.

‘Hey, what’s going on?’ Owen joined them in the hallway. He looked from one to the other and settled on Harry. ‘Was that Elizabeth’s mother I saw with you just now?’

Harry nodded. ‘She’s gone now.’

‘What was she doing here? I don’t remember anyone inviting her.’

‘Of course no one invited her,’ snapped Dominic. ‘Why the fuck would anyone do that?’

Harry couldn’t help but feel uncomfortable for his younger brother’s embarrassment at being reprimanded by Dominic. ‘Hey, it doesn’t really matter; she’s gone now and that’s that. Just forget about it.’

‘Let’s hope she doesn’t come back,’ said Dominic, his annoyance still apparent. He turned to Owen. ‘Do you know that bird from Vacation Staycation?’

Owen looked blank and shook his head. ‘What bird, as you so nicely put it?’

‘That one who took Sonia out just now.’

‘I didn’t see her. What’s her name?’

‘Stephanie Durham,’ replied Dominic. ‘Blonde hair. Wearing black trousers and a short-sleeved top.’

‘Doesn’t exactly narrow it down,’ said Owen. ‘But the name doesn’t mean anything to me. Why?’

‘It’s nothing,’ interjected Harry. ‘Dominic thinks he knows her, that’s all.’

‘Probably some bird you had a one-night stand with,’ said Owen, mimicking his brother’s expression with a degree of disdain.

‘Fuck off,’ said Dominic impatiently.