He takes a drink.

‘He said he wanted to leave.’

He pauses. If she doesn’t believe him...

‘Then he asked me to help him fake his own death.’

She takes a breath. Her expression is surprised, and she moves her head from side to side. It looks like this is something she’s never considered. He nods minutely at her.

‘That’s why we set fire t’the car, an’ pushed it in the river.’

He says it square to her face, as if challenging her to doubt him.