Imogen took a deep breath before speaking, her hands quivering from either upset or anger, she couldn’t tell which.

‘I don’t know what is with you lately, Adrian, but you’d better shape the fuck up.’

‘I’m sorry … I didn’t—’

‘You ready?’ Imogen said, getting out of the car and slamming the door before he had a chance to answer.

Chapter Seventy-Seven

The business park wasn’t due to open for another eighteen months at least and so the area was completely deserted. There were unfinished buildings and empty plots dotted throughout.

Adrian felt a rising panic as they approached a half-finished building, wondering where Reece Corrigan would be, wondering who else was here.

This was due to be the new site of Corrigan Construction, a flagship building. Adrian had so many thoughts fighting for attention. What if they were here? But also, knowing that Corrigan knew, what if he said something? Adrian knew he should be focused on the case, but it seemed impossible. He shouldn’t even be here. He should never have come back to work.

He looked up at the building. The top two floors were incomplete; some of the floor-to-ceiling windows were missing. He looked across the front of the building at the rooms, but he couldn’t see where the Corrigans might be.

‘Are you OK?’ Imogen said, ‘You look a little pale.’

‘Let’s just concentrate on what we’re here for,’ he said.

‘Sorry I asked.’

‘We’ll cover more ground if we split up,’ Adrian said, hoping to be able to confront Corrigan on his own, unsure what he might do when he saw him.

Adrian couldn’t have Imogen find out about what happened to him that way and if Corrigan really thought he was going down, there was no telling what he might reveal.

‘I don’t think that’s a good idea.’

‘I don’t need a babysitter, Grey.’

‘We both know what this man is capable of. I would rather not run into him on my own,’ Imogen said.

He hadn’t even considered that this might be difficult for Imogen; he was so consumed with himself and what happened that there was barely any room to think about anything else. He couldn’t let himself get lost in his self-pity again. This wasn’t fair. What he was doing wasn’t fair. Was he willing to put Imogen in danger just to keep his secret? No, no, he wasn’t. He was relieved to find a line he wouldn’t cross; it made things easier somehow.

‘I’m sorry. Of course we’ll stay together. Any idea where they might be? This place is huge.’

They stood in the unfinished lobby of the four-storey building. The lobby was central and the east wing of the site seemed to be the most complete. The other side was still under construction.

‘Does the lift work?’ Imogen said, pressing the button.