‘So,’ she says looking up at the wall, ‘we have six suspects. Danielle, because she says you ruined her life. Paul, because you had the power to ruin his career. Tom, because you were trying to ruin his marriage. Hannah, because you were already ruining hers. Jane, because she wanted to ruin your marriage, and Nav, because you spent many years ruining your own.’ ‘I still don’t understand why they didn’t ask you to give my eulogy,’ I sigh, eyeing up her brandy again.
