‘And what way is that? Not like you haven’t before,’ Harry shot back without flinching. Gone were the days when he was intimidated by his brother, or even looked up to him. Christ, that had been a long time ago in their childhood and the big-brother admiration Harry had once felt had gradually waned during their adult lives. Sometimes Harry wondered how the hell they were related. Sure, he loved his brother, but he didn’t always like Dominic and he sure as hell wasn’t worried about upsetting him these days.

Dominic pointed a finger at Harry.

‘Oh, no, you don’t,’ he said, his lip curling in the way it did when he was fighting to keep his anger in check. ‘Don’t play that card. You’re not so innocent. All that stuff before was recreational and you know it. Christ, even your wife indulged at times.’

‘Elizabeth?’ He swallowed hard at the thought.

‘Unless you’ve got another wife somewhere. Jesus, Harry, surely you knew?’ Dominic sat back in his chair and gave a laugh, then leaned forwards again. ‘Better it came from me, where it was clean, than some shitty street dealer where it’d been cut with talc and God knows what else. Same goes for Owen. This way I can control it and manage him.’

‘You bastard.’ Harry clenched his fist. Right now, he wanted nothing more than to punch his brother’s smug face. Sure, Harry had suspected that once or twice Elizabeth had taken something more than alcohol at one of the parties, but he had never suspected his own brother had been the supplier. How had he missed that?

‘Don’t be so hard on yourself,’ said Dominic. ‘It was only a couple of times and I made sure she was OK.’

Harry pinched the bridge of his nose. The foundations on which he’d built his memories of his marriage and Elizabeth were crumbling. He’d thought he knew everything there was to know, but maybe he’d got that wrong. Maybe she’d kept more secrets from him than he realised. He drew breath … Had one of those secrets led to her death?

Harry forced himself not to say anything more about Elizabeth. It wasn’t constructive and didn’t change anything. He needed time to think this through.

Owen, however, was another matter. He’d always felt sorry for his younger brother. He was weak – one big walking Achilles heel. ‘You should be getting Owen help, not feeding his addiction.’

‘You can lead a horse to water and all that.’ Dominic gave a shrug. ‘I keep an eye on him. I keep him out of Mum’s way. I look after him. I make sure it’s all kept in-house. Not for my sake, or even for his, but for Mum’s. Surely you appreciate that.’

‘You’re doing it for yourself. You’ve always looked after number one.’