Kelly nodded, sipping her wine and covering herself with a blanket. They’d used Rob’s newly created app to predict the next locations from the points of the pentagram, but it was impossible to predict inside the mind of a killer. Like she’d found with the spaghetti, it was anyone’s guess. One degree to the right or left on the map, and it changed the location by miles. Birkett Mire made sense but she had no evidence. Likewise with Threlkeld Quarry, but the squad car was checking the place every couple of hours, and so far they’d witnessed no behaviour or presence out of the norm. Similarly, further south, at the point that could match up with one of the bottom points of the star, it could be anywhere. Then, as Demi had reminded her, it could be a reverse pentagram, with two points at the top and only one below. It was an attractive theory because an upside-down pentagram was used in devil worship, with the two points at the top representing Satan’s horns. The Horned God. That’s what Fred had said Kirk Junker was more into, not the Moon Goddess.

‘Any news from Broadmoor on her behaviour?’

‘She’s tried to bribe two more prison officers to smuggle mail out, unsuccessfully. She’s been under surveillance but we’ve been told nothing irregular. If she was in contact with anyone regularly – say, an apprentice of sorts – we’d know. She did say that she’d “made friends” with Daphne. I still have no idea what that means. It could be role play as usual.’

The front door bell rang and Kelly went to answer it. It was Johnny. ‘I forgot my key,’ he said.

‘Come and meet Demi,’ she said, kissing him. ‘Wine?’

‘Beer?’

‘Sure. How was the lake? I’m so jealous.’

‘You would have loved it, it was perfect. Flat all the way down to Lodore. I stopped for a pasty and a swim.’

They went out on to the terrace and Kelly introduced him to her old friend.

Demi stood up and placed her blanket on the lounger. She looked him up and down and went to him with her arms outstretched. Johnny kissed her on both cheeks and Kelly swore that the psychologist was flirting. She could tell that Demi liked him.

‘I’m not interrupting?’ Johnny said.

‘Not at all, Kelly tells me that she bounces ideas off you all the time. I taught her that.’

Kelly rolled her eyes, though it was true. She thought she’d leave them to thrash out the medals while she switched the oven on and threw some vegetable tarts on oven trays. One thing about a serious investigation was the inability to cook proper nutritious food. Often Johnny stepped in and did it for her. She always lost weight.