I study each picture intently. Everything seems a little too… set up. With fresh eyes, the door perfectly balanced on its side takes on more importance. The smashed-up living room, the small dots of blood splattered on the stairs. It all looks a little too perfect, too organised.

Once I’ve exhausted the photographs of downstairs, I start on the upstairs. I study his bedroom, though I can’t see anything of importance. Next, the bathroom. My eyes are drawn to the bathroom cabinet straight away and I remember the tablet packet I took a picture of on my phone.

I grab the phone again and open the picture album, scrolling to find the one I need. Checking the image, I type the name of the medication into Google. I choose the first website and discover that this tablet is prescribed to treat nausea, potentially caused by drugs associated with the treatment of cancer. I click on a few more to verify this information and it seems to be true.

So Ed has cancer? And then the penny drops. It all makes sense; the tablets, the mannequin head; presumably used to hold his wig. The man with the bald head hobbling away from the alley containing Jay’s bludgeoned body. I recall how his movements seemed hampered when we first visited him and remember his coughing fit which he had passed off as a simple cold. It was him all along.

Another photograph, a few along from the tablets catches my eye. The dedication in the card to his mother, written in block capitals. I scroll through my camera roll until I come to the graffiti left behind at Jay’s crime scene and study the letters. There are certain similarities; the vertical stroke of the letter T that extends past the horizontal, reminiscent of a cross and the c that is formed by two diagonal lines. It’s almost definitely his writing.

I think of the card found in Anna’s bedroom; the looping, artistically formed letters. Rory was telling the truth when he said he had sent it for all the right reasons.

My mind springs to Reuben’s murder. Reuben probably thought they were making some sort of publicity video for the upcoming film, which would’ve been in both Ed’s and his interests.

I picture Reuben turning up at the warehouse, imagining a fun day with his friend, and the horror he must’ve felt when he realised exactly what was happening. How, having slipped the noose around his neck, he had just signed his own death warrant. The stinging comprehension that he was about to be murdered by his best friend.

I push the laptop away and retrieve a notebook from a drawer on the kitchen cabinet. I scrawl the names of the victims and any motive he would’ve had for killing them. Jay is the simplest to pin down; being thrown off the film set of your own book must be pretty embarrassing. He had mentioned about Jay screwing him over with a contract too. However, I can’t think of a reason why he would’ve killed Anna so brutally or what would have driven him to murder his best friend, Reuben.