“He didn’t say that!” “Yes. Yes, he did.” “Was I there when this happened because I genuinely have no recollection of him even being there at all?” “Yes, Malory, you were there. And no. He didn’t not say that his dad knew it was us.” “It doesn’t matter whether you think he did or not! If I do, surely that’s enough to go on?!” “Wait. Guys. Isn’t his dad a policeman...?” Malory was always a little slow, there was something about her that wasn’t completely in the room, you couldn’t rely on her for anything to be honest. Well, except showing up and stating the obvious. “That’s the problem!” The two others said in unison. “Look, Emily, I love you but you’re over thinking this. Maybe you’re just remembering it wrong, you were drunk and well, everyone knows you’re kinda into him.” “Actually, Emily’s more into his dad than him.” Malory chimed in. Emily looked at her with such spite in her eyes that she could have killed her right there and then. “What do you mean...?” Sarah, the last of the three girls, asked. “She didn’t tell you?” Malory continued, blissfully unaware of the information that was given to her in confidence. “They slept together.” “You’re fucking joking.” Silence fell. Emily didn’t even attempt to defend herself, the damage was done and the secret was out. “You slept with Ian’s dad? Ian’s policeman father?” Sarah questioned turning to Emily. Suddenly it dawned on her. It all started to make sense. The panic and confusion, frustration and regret became visible on her usually calm and collected face. “Oh the fucking irony!” She moaned. Emily just looked at her. Dead in the eye. There was no going back. The deed was done. Both deeds. Well, about seven deeds, some lesser deeds and the one, big, gut-reaching deed. “It wasn’t an accident.” Sarah said, her breathing becoming much less even than before. “That’s why you killed Ian’s step-mum... That’s why we helped you cover it up. It wasn’t an accident.” Emily’s facade hadn’t fallen. She just carried on looking at her best friend. “You wanted her dead.”