Miller stepped back from the desk. ‘I don’t like the way you’re talking to me, Gibbs. Don’t tell me how to do my job. We have to get a result, and my intention is to get that result in the fastest possible way. This means we re-question Langton at his care home or bring him in to the station to be interviewed. At the same time we arrest Farook and have him brought in for questioning. Meanwhile, I suggest that Tennison speaks to Julia Summers again. Most importantly – which should have already been done – do we know Farook’s home address, and name of his wife and daughter? We don’t actually know that the Yasmin from the modelling agency is Farook’s daughter. She could actually be thirteen years old, yet we don’t know, do we?’

‘I’ve been checking births, deaths and marriages, but so far we’ve found nothing,’ Jane said.

‘Well, go back and look again. Somewhere there have to be records of where these people live, work and go to school.’

Spencer had controlled his temper but his fists were still tightly curled. ‘Do you mind clarifying, sir, in exactly what order you would like everything to be done this morning? You have issued instructions for arrests and interviews, but could you tell us exactly how you want us to proceed?’

Neither Jane nor Spencer had noticed the office door opening. DCI Tyler had overheard the last part of the conversation. He could see, open on his desk, the files from the previous night.

‘I’d like an update, please, DI Miller. Jane and Spencer, just wait in the incident room a minute.’

They walked out of the office quickly, feeling like naughty children.

As the door closed behind them, Spencer said quietly, ‘Now’s the time for him to show his mettle. If he doesn’t get that little piece of shit by his scrawny neck and throw him out, I might just do it for him.’

They both returned to their desks, hoping to hear raised voices. Everyone gathered in the incident room continued working, but the hoped-for fireworks never came.

After fifteen minutes, Miller walked out. He was clearly angry. His lips were set in a tight line as he fetched his raincoat and carefully folded it over his arm. He didn’t acknowledge anyone or say a word as he walked out.

Tyler beckoned Jane into his office. She stood at the side of his desk while he concentrated on her report, detailing her interaction with the Montgomery family, specifically with their daughter Annalise.

‘I just need you to make something clear for me, Jane. Why focus on this young girl called Yasmin? Because we haven’t had confirmation of Farook being her father, and right now we only have Langton’s uncorroborated word he’s a drug dealer.’