The good weather was holding, so they sat outside a Pizza Express in Crystal Palace. It was only ten minutes from the practice where Marina worked in South Norwood and Angie had been happy enough to drive up from Crawley. ‘Diary’s not exactly packed,’ she’d said on the phone. When she’d got there and they’d ordered, Angie explained that they were going to have company. Marina seemed a little shaken. ‘Sorry, but there wasn’t a lot I could do,’ Angie said. ‘I told her I was meeting you for lunch and she said how much easier that would be for her. Two birds with one stone sort of thing.’ ‘It’s not fair,’ Marina said. She turned her mobile phone over and over in her hand, then laid it on the table. ‘Like it’s being sprung on us.’ ‘She’s already spoken to Barry. So, you know, I think they want to talk to us all again.’ ‘Talk to us about what?’ ‘No idea,’ Angie said. She seemed perfectly at ease with it, happy even, and, as the waiter laid their pizzas down, Marina decided that being spoken to by a police officer was probably as exciting as Angie’s life got.
