Harry thought back to earlier. ‘Not especially. We chatted, but not in detail about anything. Surprisingly, what happened to Elizabeth isn’t my favourite topic of conversation.’ Despite this statement, Harry wondered now if their conversation had been as innocent as he had originally thought.

‘Did she mention her mother at all?’ Dominic pushed on.

Harry didn’t want to betray Steph’s confidence. She had told him some things that he got the distinct impression were very private, things she hadn’t spoken about to many people. Harry shook his head at his brother.

Dominic pursed his lips. ‘Are you shagging her?’

Harry sighed and gave a roll of his eyes. ‘What sort of question is that?’

Dominic gave a shrug of indifference. ‘If you are, she could be playing you.’

Harry made a conscious effort to keep his facial expression neutral. He’d be pissed off if she was. He repositioned himself in his seat and decided to ignore his brother. ‘How did she end up being invited? Who organised the guest list?’

‘Who do you think? Our baby brother. I knew I shouldn’t have given him the task but it seemed so straightforward. Invite one hundred of the most influential clients in the tourism industry for a freebie weekend. Might have known he’d cock it up somewhere.’

‘I think that’s a bit harsh. From what I know, it seems like a legitimate invite. Anyway, he would have invited the company – it’s up to them who they send, not us.’ Harry couldn’t help feeling a little sorry for Owen. He was Dominic’s scapegoat at times.

Dominic spoke again. ‘We could use this to our advantage. Get to know her real reason for coming here.’

‘It’s just to do the feature. Relax. What exactly are you frightened of, Dom?’

‘I just don’t want any more bad publicity. Elizabeth’s death was bad enough, but I don’t want anyone digging around to see what Owen has been up to recently; it’s bad for business and bad for Mum.’

‘What exactly has Owen been up to recently?’ asked Harry, purposely shifting the conversation away from both Steph and Elizabeth. ‘I saw you two arguing outside your place yesterday.’

‘You don’t want to know.’

‘The drugs,’ interjected Harry, despondently.

Dominic turned his palms up to the ceiling. ‘Now you can see why I don’t want anyone poking around.’

‘Nothing to do with your side-lines?’ Harry ventured, watching his brother’s face for a reaction. ‘You’re not helping him in any way?’

Dominic’s eyes narrowed, his nostrils flared and he pressed his lips together. ‘Not in the way you think.’