Most law-abiding people would show some concern at having been caught out lying to the police, but he was cool as a cucumber. He sat back on the leather sofa with his legs crossed, his whole body posture as relaxed as it could be. He didn’t betray even a hint of anxiety. She was wondering now whether they ought to have taken him down the station and conducted the interview there. He was in his comfort zone here in the bar and nothing seemed to faze him. ‘So,’ she continued, ‘are you saying that you didn’t know that Lydia Hall’s mother was actually Karen Quinn?’ Guy frowned, pausing before he replied. ‘To be honest, she might have mentioned it, but Lydia talked about all sorts of things. I wasn’t always listening properly.’ He flashed a charming smile at Valerie. ‘It’s the curse of the barman, having customers tell you their life story, all their childhood miseries, their marital problems. After a while, you tend to switch off.’ ‘But that name would have meant something to you.’ ‘Would it?’ ‘The Quinns were a big family in these parts, powerful, important.
