“We’ll like to ask you some questions if you don’t mind?” Ravi politely asks, standing in front of you in the football locker room, secretly trapping you in. Pip was beside him, already pulling out her recorder and laptop, muttering something about consent forms.

They had you cornered and they knew it.

“You were at the calamity party with Jamie Reynolds. Did you see him at all?” Pip bluntly asks. No greetings, just straight to questions. No time to waste. This couple was weird.