The Can Pere Antoni beach, where Jean's body was found, is still full of holidaymakers gratefully absorbing the heat. It's a surprisingly isolated area. A mile-long stretch of road and pavement reaches out on either side, with one lonely restaurant in the centre. No other shops or houses or buildings of any type.

Just road, and path, and sea.

A waitress in the restaurant tuts and shakes her head when Jean's name is mentioned. She leads the way outside, and points at a concrete ledge at the edge of the pavement, some hundred yards away. "Down there, " she says, making downward jabbing motions with her finger. "In the sea." She tuts again and walks away.

The ledge looks average, unthreatening. The five foot drop to the flat rocks below seems like a very short way to fall and die. But it is there that Jean's body was found, her neck twisted, her lip cut, her face bruised.

On the Saturday before her death, Jean had called her family from Palma airport. According to her brother, Paul, she said her life was in danger and that she wanted to get on the next flight home. "She said that she was told 'her time was up', " says Paul. "She said there was someone in the airport after her and then the phone went dead."

Jean's sister, Shirley, went online to find her a flight. The earliest one available was leaving Palma that Tuesday afternoon. Jean stayed in the airport on the Saturday night. On the Monday, her family believe she got a bus back to the resort of Magaluf, 20km outside of Palma, where she shared a house with her boyfriend, Kevin Martin. She was going to collect her clothes for the journey home.

In the centre of the town, nestled between a piercing parlour and a pub called Fred's, is 'Panama Jack', the bar where Kevin Martin works as a DJ and the place where the couple had their last conversation in the early hours of Tuesday morning, 29 August.

Last Friday night, a fortnight later, Martin is back in the DJ box for the first time since Jean's death. At 2am, his shift finishes up and he leads the way to the outside seating area.

"I shouldn't even be working, I don't know what I'm doing here, " he says, shaking his head. Martin is a slight man.

He's wearing a baseball cap and a grey t-shirt that has a map of Mallorca printed on it. He's deathly pale and sweating slightly.

"I'm being accused of murder and it's very upsetting, " he says. "I was in love with Jean. I would never hurt her. I am not a violent man. I don't fight. I've never laid a finger on anybody. The last time I saw Jean was on Tuesday morning and we were sat right here. She was talking mumbo jumbo. She thought someone was trying to hurt her.

"I honestly believe she was having a nervous breakdown. She had been depressed for a while, and since her mother died in April things had got worse. We talked and she was saying things that I didn't want to hear. I didn't want to fight with her, so I said I was going home. I asked her if she would be okay getting to the airport by herself and she said yes. So I got up and went home. The next thing I heard, she had been found on a beach in Palma."

Martin says that while they did not officially end the relationship, Jean may have believed they had broken up. "In my mind, I was always going to be there for her. But she may have thought it was over and this would have been very upsetting for her. I was her only friend.

She was a recluse. She didn't go out at night, she was very shy. I was her life. I firmly believe one of two things happened. Either she was walking beside the sea and slipped and fell in. Or she jumped."

But Jean's family don't believe the explanation can be that simple. They wonder why a sizeable amount of cash and her passport were not found on her body. They wonder how she could have sustained such injuries from such a short drop.

Also, they wonder at a phonecall they received from Kevin Martin at 5.30am on Wednesday 30 August, 12 hours after Jean's body had been discovered by the police.

"Kevin knew that we were worried about Jean because she didn't arrive off the flight on Tuesday, " said Jean's brother, Paul. "And on Wednesday morning, he left a message on the phone saying that the police in Spain had contacted him and that Jean had been found. He said that she was a bit battered and bruised, but otherwise she was fine. We have handed that message over to the police."

The initial postmortem on Jean's body suggested that she had died from drowning. But last Thursday, a British pathologist flew into Mallorca to conduct a second postmortem on the body. Now, the Reillys are anxiously waiting for next Tuesday, when they expect a letter to arrive from the Department of Foreign Affairs detailing the results of the new tests.

Depending on what the pathologist discovers, the Spanish police may decide to let Jean's death pass as an accident.

Or they may launch a criminial investigation to find her murderer.