‘No,’ Angela shouted, turning the gun and pointing it at Imogen. ‘Don’t call an ambulance. If you touch your phone, I’ll shoot you. Throw it on the floor.’

Having a gun pointed at him was not a situation Adrian ever liked to be in. This wasn’t the first time and even though it wasn’t a regular occurrence, it happened more times than any police officer would like. Seeing a gun pointed at Imogen filled Adrian with a much more amplified sense of fear. He couldn’t let anything happen to her.

Imogen pulled her phone from her pocket and threw it on the floor.

‘Angela, you don’t want to do this,’ Adrian said, taking a small step forwards.

Maybe he could get to her before she did anything stupid.

‘Stay where you are, Detective Miles.’

‘Where did you get the gun?’ Adrian asked.

‘It was in his car, that’s where he keeps it. He had it the night Simon and I tried to leave; he threatened us with it. The night I watched him beat Simon half to death on the floor of his bedroom. Simon begged him to stop, but he just wouldn’t.’

‘I thought you didn’t remember?’ Imogen said.

‘I didn’t, not at first. I saw the gun at Simon’s place when they threw Simon and me in the back of the white van. He told them to kill us and dump us. It’s all coming back to me now,’ Angela said, turning to Corrigan. ‘How could you? He was your friend. I bet you are so disappointed that I didn’t die, too!’

Adrian heard the words ‘white van’ and felt a shockwave go through him. This couldn’t be a coincidence. It must be the same men.

‘He was trying to take you away from me and I won’t allow that, Angela. You’re mine. If I can’t have you, no one can!’

‘You didn’t have to kill him. We weren’t having an affair. I would have stayed with you, if you just let him go.’

‘I don’t believe you. I bet he had his filthy hands all over you. I couldn’t have that. You belong to me,’ Corrigan snapped.

Adrian edged forwards again, but Angela didn’t see him. She kept the gun on Imogen.

‘Could you identify the men who took you? Did you know them?’ Adrian asked.

‘They wore masks. I didn’t see them,’ Angela said, almost to Adrian’s relief.

‘You still haven’t told us who the body belonged to in Oswestry,’ Imogen said.

‘You won’t believe me,’ Angela said.