“Had he done anything like that before?”
“What? Slept with my friends, or stolen my money?”
“Both.” The policewoman shut her notebook.“I’m trying to get a handle on his personality, but obviously you know him better. How long were you together?”
“Four years.”
“And what about before you?”
“I—” I stopped, thrown, as my mind drew a blank. “I actually don’t know.”
“You don’t know about his previous relationships?”
I shook my head. “Not much beyond slagging them off a bit, and that suited me because I didn’t wantto talk about my own.”
“Why not?”
My gaze drifted naturally to the tiny window in the back door. In the darkness I could just make out Luke as he passed armfuls of botanical shrapnel to my brother. “Lots of reasons, but mainly because I was still in love with someone else.”
I spoke absently, as though the policewoman was my mother and she loved me enough not to be angry that I wasn’tgiving her my full attention, and a few seconds ticked by before I realised the implications of what I’d said. “This won’t be about that, though. Laurent never knew about Luke.”
“Luke Daley? The man outside with your brother?”
“Yes.”
The policewoman fished her pencil out again and reopened her notebook. “Piecing it all together, Ms Amour, the state of Mr. Daley’s van would indicatethat even if your ex-husband didn’t know about him then, he certainly does now.”
