Imogen’s stomach turned and she looked across at Adrian, who had the beginnings of a grimace on his face. From this distance it was hard to tell how Angela really felt about all of this. Maybe this was just the way they did things. No one knows what goes on inside a relationship except the people involved.

She walked over to the sofa and lay down. He climbed on top of her. Imogen was grateful that from this aspect they could only see the back of the sofa, Angela’s fingers gripping the top for several minutes until Corrigan eventually stood up and buttoned his flies.

Everything about it made Imogen’s skin crawl. She had, of course, been in relationships that weren’t healthy before. Possessive or jealous boyfriends who couldn’t appreciate that she wasn’t theirs to control, and she certainly wasn’t their property. But this? She couldn’t imagine this.

‘What do you think Angela’s connection is to Simon, then?’ Imogen said to Adrian, desperate not to address what they had just witnessed.

‘Were they lovers? Do you think she was having an affair with him and Corrigan found out? That certainly would explain the extent of the injuries,’ Adrian said.

‘That’s the obvious connection – they are much closer in age than she is with Reece. The passports certainly suggest they were running away together. But, when she found out that Glover was dead, she didn’t seem particularly heartbroken.’

‘Maybe she’s just broken altogether,’ Adrian said.

Imogen reached over and held his hand, pushing her fingers through his and squeezing tight. She knew this case was making him think about things he didn’t like to think about. She wanted him to know that he could talk to her if he needed. The trouble was, he really wasn’t good at sharing, neither of them were. She just hoped the case didn’t drag on too long. The longer they were in it, the longer Adrian would have in which to fall apart.

As they watched the house, Imogen found herself tensing when the Corrigans were in the same room together, afraid that he was going to hurt Angela, afraid that they would see it and they still wouldn’t be able to get to her before any real damage was done. She flashed back to the memory of Leon Quick plunging the knife into himself and how quickly his life had ended. How helplessly they had watched it happen.

Angela walked into the kitchen and Reece grabbed his coat and left. Imogen looked over to Adrian. They saw Reece’s car lights disappear up the road.

‘Looks like we won’t have to wait ’til tomorrow, after all,’ she said, starting the car.

Chapter Thirty-One