‘I’ve got a meeting in half an hour, but yes, I guess I can take a break now. Do you want to go out and get some coffee?’

He’s already reaching for his jacket, and I think about Michael Osbourne and the way his eyes flickered over me. I think I’d prefer to talk to Rupert outside, away from any connection to Caro, so I nod and follow him back into the lift and out into the street. We enter a tiny coffee shop set back from the main street and Rupert gets us both a drink.

‘What’s all this about, Em?’ Rupert looks at me warily, and tips sugar into his coffee.

‘All these things that have been happening at home… the notes, the phone calls, what happened to Lola… I know who’s behind it.’

Rupert lets out a long stream of air, his cheeks flushing a dark pink. ‘For God’s sake, Emily, we’ve talked about this! I don’t want to hear any more about it! No one – I repeat – no one is out to get you. No one is trying to scare you away. No one has been in the house, no one is watching you. Caro is dead. Please, Emily, just leave it because I don’t know how much more I can take.’

I blink and wait for a moment, a little shocked by the way his anger rises to the surface so easily, before I pull out my mobile and slide it across the table towards him.

‘Like I said, Rupert, I know who’s behind it all. Just watch the video.’

He picks up the phone and presses play, and my voice filters out from the speaker. ‘It was you, wasn’t it?’ I watch the emotions play out across his face as he watches the video from start to finish, the blood draining from his face as he hears me accuse Sadie of pushing Caro over the edge.

‘Oh my God.’ Rupert slides the phone back to me, his hands visibly shaking. ‘Emily, I’m so sorry. I should have believed you.’

I shrug, as if it’s not that important, but part of me wants to get up and shout, ‘Good! You should be sorry; you should have taken my word for it.’ But if there’s one thing my mother did teach me, is that it’s sometimes best to hold your tongue.