‘Perhaps we can contact his parents? I presume you’ve given them the news?’

‘His mother’s dead, but his father’s abroad on holiday so no, he doesn’t know yet. I could hardly leave him a message on his answering machine telling him his son’s been murdered, could I?’ she said desolately. ‘I just asked him to ring me back.’

‘Then I’m afraid it will have to be you. I’ll come with you.’

Angelina nodded. ‘If I have to, I have to. Julian would want me to be strong . . .’ Tears came to her eyes. ‘It’ll bring it home to me, make it real. Because at the moment I can’t believe it is.’

‘No. Of course you can’t,’ Jazz said gently. ‘Shall I make us some coffee?’

‘Help yourself.’ Angelina waved her arm in the direction of the Aga.

Jazz stood up and put the kettle on to boil. ‘How’s Rory?’

Angelina nodded. ‘Fine. Your Issy has been a godsend in the past two days. She and Rory have really bonded. My mum’s arriving this afternoon, so that’ll help.’

‘I really would suggest you think about going away, Angelina.’ Jazz spooned some coffee, hot water and milk into two mugs and dumped a large teaspoon of sugar into the second. She took them back to the table. ‘Try and drink this.’

‘Thank you. No, I’m staying here, in our – my – house.’ She bit her lip. ‘Have you . . .?’

‘Have we found anyone yet?’ Jazz took a sip of her coffee. ‘Well, your ex-husband is currently in custody, helping us with our enquiries. But he’s not admitting to Julian’s murder.’

Angelina said nothing, just stared into space.

‘I’m afraid I need to ask you a couple of questions.’

‘Go ahead.’ Angelina shrugged listlessly.

‘You don’t happen to know if Julian knew anyone called Smith? Socially or professionally?’

‘He might have done.’

‘Did he keep an address book here at home?’

‘Yes. It’s in the drawer in his study.’

‘Would you mind if I took a look at it?’

Angelina walked slowly to the study and came back with a leather-bound book. She handed it to Jazz.

‘Thank you. Talking of people he knew, did Julian ever mention he knew Sebastian Frederiks?’

‘Not really, no.’

‘They were at school together.’

‘Yes, I’d heard. But not in the same year.’ Angelina’s eyes looked dully at Jazz. ‘Why?’

‘No particular reason.’ Jazz changed the subject. ‘So, Julian had behaved perfectly normally in the past few weeks, had he? No unusual behaviour you can think of?’

Angelina shook her head. ‘No. He was very happy. Work was going well, we were together . . .’

‘So nothing seemed to be worrying him? Not the thought of finally meeting Rory and all that entailed?’

‘No, although talking of Rory . . .’ Angelina frowned. ‘Actually, I’ve just thought of something.’

‘What?’

‘It’s probably nothing, but last Saturday, I went to the school with Julian to see Rory, who was ill in the san. I went inside and Julian waited in the car. When I came back, I do remember Julian behaving strangely. He couldn’t get out of the school fast enough. And the next day, when Rory went missing, Julian refused to come to the school with me to help look for him. It caused an argument, actually. I felt Julian wasn’t supporting me.’