‘I knock you back because I think you’re an immature twat and I’m not interested in you, Ben. Thanks for proving me right.’

‘You’d better go check on your boyfriend.’

‘He’s not the one bleeding,’ Imogen said.

She walked away from Jarvis. She hadn’t lied to him – even if she had been single, she wouldn’t have gone out with him. Jarvis had asked Imogen out almost as soon as he started working at the station over a year ago. She said no to him, but that didn’t seem to stop him from asking again. If you have to say no to someone three times and they ask you a fourth time, that’s just unwelcome and off-putting.

He had that air of entitlement around him that some men have, as though they should get everything they want just because they want it. The universe doesn’t work like that. When Imogen had first met Adrian, she assumed he was like that, but that wasn’t him at all; it wasn’t the women he slept with he didn’t have any respect for, it was himself.

Still fuming from the things PC Jarvis said, Imogen went to find Adrian and reprimand him again for letting Jarvis anger him in that way. But the truth was, if he hadn’t punched Jarvis, she probably would have.

Chapter Thirty-Six

The car journey that afternoon was unusually quiet. Adrian stared intently at the road ahead as they made their way to the construction site that Corrigan was on. The traffic jam added to the tension in the car. Imogen had told Adrian what PC Jarvis had told her. That he had turned the camera off to intimidate Corrigan, and that Corrigan had doubled down and threatened him back. They were going to find out what Corrigan had to say about the incident. As it was a recorded police incident they could say it popped up as part of their investigation into Simon Glover and his contacts, hopefully minimising the risk to Angela Corrigan.

‘Are we fighting?’ Imogen said after twenty minutes of silence, arms folded.

‘No. I’ve just got a headache,’ he lied.

They weren’t fighting, but he was annoyed. He didn’t need to be babysat. He wasn’t blowing this out of proportion. If Imogen had been the one who pulled Angela out of the river, then she might have been reacting in this way, too. Sometimes in the second before he woke, he saw Angela’s bright blue eye swollen and surrounded in blood. He felt her hand on his ankle. That one moment would never leave him.

‘You should follow my lead when we get there,’ Imogen said.

‘You don’t trust me?’

‘Corrigan’s one of those people who finds people’s buttons and pushes them. You’ve got more than a few buttons.’

‘Thanks,’ Adrian said.