My father told us that we should go up to the moors and remove all the evidence of the car crash. His main concern was that the wreckage and bodies that my sister S and I had buried in the peat would be discovered, linked back to us, and then our insurance premiums would rocket.

I wished that he would drop the subject. I still felt terribly guilty about the dead passengers, and how we had lied that our own car had been scratched by a speeding Aston Martin.