‘There was someone there, OK. Someone I hadn’t seen before …’

‘Who?’ Glenn spoke with his mouth full. He dropped the rest of the muffin back onto the plate.

‘I don’t know.’ Richard tutted, cursing his inability to speak clearly, to be succinct when he was stressed. ‘The papers ran a few stories at the time, when it all happened. I got some calls. Some arseholes who thought they would see if they could get a rise.’

‘Journalists? Those scu—’

‘No!’ Richard cut him off. ‘They can’t have been. They weren’t asking me for my side of the story or anything like that, it was just like they were revelling in my misery. Like they wanted to make it worse. Sick bastards, is all.’

‘Did you tell the police? Surely they—’

‘No!’ Richard snapped. Again. Glenn sat back. Richard seemed to take a deep breath. ‘Sorry. This isn’t about them. I’m not making any sense … I just wonder if I met someone with the same agenda as them sick bastards this morning is all. I guess I just wanted to talk about it.’

‘So talk about it. What happened?’

‘I was just sat with her. I forgot my gloves and flask, left them on the side together so I wasn’t going to stay so long. I told her that, I know she would understand. A man sat down next to me.’

‘What man?’ Glenn’s eyes narrowed.

‘I don’t know. A man. Forties probably, big build, smart. He said he was there for the view. I told him the view was on the other side of the grounds and I was almost rude. I don’t like talking to people up there. But he didn’t leave. Then he said he knew me. He used my name, he knew that Angela was my wife. He said he was some private investigator and that at the time of the accident he was working with insurance fraud. He said he knew who had killed Angela.’

There was a silence. Glenn finally filled it with a sigh. ‘Did he tell you? A name, I mean?’

‘No.’ Richard tutted again.

Glenn sighed again. ‘I can imagine … I can imagine how difficult this has all been and I can imagine how much you want to believe that—’

‘I didn’t really give him a chance. I got angry. I just thought he was there for a windup …’ Richard knew how this was sounding out loud.

‘And you don’t think he was? There to wind you up, I mean?’