He agrees to meet Alicia in the same spot where he met Jonathan Devlin. Next to what used to be the woods and is now the motorway. They sit in the newly built cafe and he refrains from lighting a cigarette out of respect, even though he's craving one desperately.

She looks carefully at his face, taking in every detail. "I always thought I would recognise you, if I saw you," she says at last. "But I didn't."

"I'm sorry I lied to you," he manages to say. "I couldn't tell you who I really was, last time I saw you..."

"You told me Adam was dead."

He is, he thinks, but saying so would sound terribly melodramatic. "I know. I'm sorry. I lost my job, for not disclosing what happened to me. To us."

"Where is Jamie?"

"I don't know."

"Liar!" She raises a hand as if to hit him.

"If I knew, I would tell you." He's pleading with her. "But I don't remember."

"You did something to them. To Jamie and Peter. You were jealous of them..."

"I wasn't jealous." He stops. He had promised himself that he would be completely honest with Jamie's mother and he's not sure if that's true. "But I did want to be like them."

"You were never as good as my Jamie." She's getting into her stride now. "What sort of boy goes home crying to his stuck-up mammy because a girl outran him?"

"We were just kids, Mrs Rowan." He tries to remember if he ever called her that as a child, but all he recalls is standing shyly behind Peter while Jamie asked if they could stay for tea. "We should never have been in those woods..."

"Are you blaming me?" Her eyes widen furiously.

"No!" He's getting this all wrong, his old smoothness when dealing with witnesses has slipped away from him completely. "I think about Jamie every day. Peter too."

"You got to grow up," she cries. "You can get married, have kids of your own—"

"I can't do any of that."

"You think you've suffered? I've been in hell for the last 21 years."

"I know." There are tears behind his eyes, and there's nothing more he can say.

"You're a liar, Adam Reilly." She stands up, her voice carrying across the cafe. "And one day you'll pay for what you did."

He lets her go, watching through the window as she drives away. He waits until she's out of sight before finally lighting a cigarette.