It seemed obvious to Imogen where Angela was going. She was going to confront her husband about the body; she must have an idea who it was. Beside her in the car, she saw Adrian clenching his fists until they were white. She really didn’t think him being around Reece Corrigan was a good idea. He had attached too much of himself to this case and seemed to be forgetting that it wasn’t about his life or his history with his parents. It wasn’t about the domestic abuse his mother suffered at the hands of his father. In all honesty, it was more about murder than the domestic abuse, in any case. If Angela wouldn’t speak up, then there was very little they could do about her situation. Murder, however, it was harder to get away with.

Imogen’s phone rang. It was Detective Hasan again. She put it on speakerphone.

‘Detective Hasan, do you have a positive ID for me?’

‘Not yet, but I can tell you it isn’t Clive Osborne.’

‘How can you be sure?’

‘Because it’s a woman.’

‘What? That doesn’t make any sense.’

‘It’s definitely the skeletal remains of a female. She’s been there around ten years.’

‘Thank you for letting me know so swiftly,’ Imogen said.

‘No problem. I’ll get back to you when I have more.’

‘Thanks.’ She pressed the red button and looked at Adrian.

Adrian looked as confused as Imogen. Whoever the female buried under the greenhouse was, she had never once been on their radar when it came to this case.

‘She’s gone to the site, to confront him,’ Adrian said.

‘Do you have any idea about what?’ Imogen asked. ‘Did she ever indicate who the woman at Oswestry could be?’

‘When, exactly? She told me less than she told you, Imogen. You were the one she told about Osborne, remember?’ Adrian said angrily.

‘So, where the hell is he?’

‘It was always a long shot when it came to Osborne’s body – the house, the number of contracts they oversaw in Shropshire. Osborne could be underneath any one of the buildings they worked on.’

‘I guess,’ Imogen said then added, ‘If Reece Corrigan is there, are you going to be able to keep your shit together?’

‘What do you mean?’ Adrian snapped.

‘I mean last time you decked him and he could have brought charges against you, not to mention the fact that he cracked your rib. With everything we have heard about this guy, it sounds like you got off lightly.’

‘I can keep my cool, don’t worry,’ Adrian said not entirely convincingly, his jaw straining as he clenched it.

‘I just don’t want you to get in any trouble. I don’t want to give DCI Kapoor another reason to put you with someone else, or me with Walsh.’

‘I know. I promise, I won’t hit him,’ Adrian said, his voice flat.