I’m concentrating!’ Luke, Melissa and I rolled our eyes at each other as Jess sat under the chandelier at the black circular breakfast table in Melissa’s kitchen. She stared hard at the two documents, like we all had, determined to find a difference between them. ‘We’re at a dead end, darlings,’ said Melissa. ‘Let’s face it – we haven’t enough to prove that there’s anything dodgy going on.’ She bit into a savoury cupcake. When we’d got back I’d quickly made up a batch using cheese and juicy tomatoes from the fridge. The topping was cream cheese, sprinkled with chopped basil. The house clearers had arrived soon after, along with Mr Murphy. His errands hadn’t taken as long as he’d expected, so he gave me and Jess the afternoon off. Apparently his solicitor, a Ms Chapman he said, was coming around later. She was a huge fan of cross-stitch and he’d promised her the pick of Lily’s threads, fabrics and needles. Jess passed a hand over her stomach. ‘It could be nothing, but all I can find is a discrepancy in the name of the charities.
