One other possibility occurred to me last night. What if Will was pretending to be Daisy? He’d been fiddling with his mobile moments before my phone bleeped. One thing I learned in Nepal is that people who seem harmless on the surface can have the cruellest streaks. It might be a sick game to him, a way to pay me back for not trusting him enough to tell him about my past. No, I rejected the idea the second it popped into my head. It was ridiculous and, after a bottle and a half of wine, so was I.

“Hi, Jane!” Angharad waves at me from across the room. Seven aluminium bowls are laid out side by side on the counter in front of her, each of them filled with dried dog food. “I thought I’d get started on the food. That okay?”

For someone who potentially stole my letter, she seems remarkably unruffled. I’m not one hundred per cent sure she took it, though, so I need to play this situation carefully.

“Of course.” I glance at the medication sheet on the wall to my left. “Have you done the meds, too?”

“For Stella, Willow and Bronx? Yeah, I’ve put it in the food.” She points at each of the first three bowls in turn.

“Great. I’m going to get started on the cleaning. I’ll do Jack, Vinny, Murphy and Chester, if you could do the other three?”

“Of course.

“Jane!” she calls as I reach the doorway.

“Yes?”

“Are you feeling better now?”

“Yes, thanks.”

“That’s good. I think Sheila was a bit worried about you. She said being locked in the cupboard at that old lady’s house had given you a flashback.” She gives me an enquiring look. “That must have been scary.”

“I’m fine now.”

“Did it happen a long time ago, the thing you had the flashback about?”

“I’d rather not talk about it, if you don’t mind.”

“No, of course, of course.” She bends to pick up the dog food sack.

“Oh, Angharad.”

“Yes?” She looks up.

“I don’t suppose you knocked into my dresser when you came by my cottage on Friday, did you?”

“Knock into it?” She frowns. “No, I’m pretty sure I didn’t. Why?”

“Some documents were … one of my documents has disappeared. If the dresser was knocked, I’ll have to move it to look underneath, but it’s very heavy. You didn’t see anything flutter to the floor when you came in? A bill or a …” I look her straight in the eyes. “… letter.”

“I didn’t see anything.” She smiles prettily. She’s either a really good liar or she’s got no idea what I’m talking about.

“You’re quite sure?”

“Yes.” She nods. “Would you like me to help you move the dresser? I could come over later, if you’d like?”