His agent seemed to be in a rush too. In the carpark, Marty headed for his own car, calling out that he would send the papers over and they could speak on the phone about the contract. Then he said, ‘Don’t worry though, it’s a good one!’ before slamming the door shut. His BMW spun its wheels in the gravel car park in his haste to get away, and a thumbs-up appeared out of the window.

Danny got into his own car. He let the dust settle then dropped his window to get some air in. He had struggled to breathe in there at times. He couldn’t focus. The events of the last few days turned over and over in his mind and made him as angry as they did anxious. He didn’t deserve to be haunted – not by that man – not by the vivid memory of his wide eyes and the moment they were snuffed out, or the sound of his last breath that came with a twitch of his restrained limbs while clumps of blood and something thick and white ran down the freshly painted walls behind. Marcus Olsen should at least have the decency to disappear now he was dead.

A phone was ringing. It wasn’t his. There were other cars in the car park but they were empty. He stepped out. The ringing was muffled but it sounded like it was coming from behind him. He walked to the rear of his car where the noise was coming from.

Lifting the boot he saw the screen on a cheap-looking phone showing no caller ID. It was laid out next to where Danny had discarded the steering lock the night before. He took one last look around, waiting to see who was playing the joke on him. There was no movement at all. The phone rang out. Its screen had a green glow that faded away as he watched. It rang again almost instantly. Danny picked it up this time.

‘Hello?’

‘You found it then.’ The voice was instantly familiar. The suited man.

‘You’re still breaking into my car then. Would you mind stopping that.’

‘I wouldn’t need to, only we left unfinished business last night.’

The man’s tone sounded gruffer today, more businesslike.

‘I don’t agree. I told you I was done.’

‘Listen, Mr Evans, perhaps what I said last night sounded like you have a choice in all this but that’s not really the case. I thought you would be keen once you knew that this woman had a big part in what happened to your daughter. She’s just as guilty as our other friend was. We will set it up, you will finish it off.’